Sunday, July 1, 2018


The butterfly 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.
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.