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Yellow Butterfly

by Kevin T. McEneaney
Thu Oct 6th, 2016

I followed a bright yellow butterfly

to blooming lilac sprays

during early days of sun-drop spring.

 

I followed a bright yellow butterfly

into the thicket of adolescence

where music set my hair on fire.

 

I followed a bright yellow butterfly

between solipsistic early adulthood

and spangled peyote illuminations.

 

I followed a bright yellow butterfly

through the volatile prime of life

with too many serious books.

 

I followed a bright yellow butterfly

over mellow middle age

with children riding my shoulders.

 

I followed a bright yellow butterfly

under lilting late middle age

watching boys play soccer.

 

I followed a bright yellow butterfly

beyond wobbly old age

with pen and pencil in hand.

 

And, here, dear reader, you can have

that same yellow butterfly pressed into words,

preserved in a book of poems down the years.