The butterfly closing,
Opening,
Closing,
And opening
Its wings,
Seemed not to notice me,
As it landed on my bike tire
While I was stopped to
Refill my water bottle
And catch my breath.
He/she/it?
Hopped onto the metal
Bench arm,
Exercised its wings,
Open, shut, open,
Oblivious to my sweating,
Sipping, and snacking,
Just a butterfly,
Looking cool and calm,
As I sought to bring my heartbeat and heat level,
To a reasonable level.
Heat, humidity and miles
Are probably no challenge
For this winged marvel.
