Paper Wings

I caught glimpse of a butterfly
Disabled by rush hour traffic
She pulsed her wings strenuously
Though massive metal sheets
Sliced through the air like jagged razors
Seeing to the other side
Of endless pleasure and security
She persevered her demons
With a dedicated will to live
She will not relinquish
Until her delicate wings evaporate
Into the whispering breeze.
As the last hurricane of traffic
Swallows her
She gracefully floats
Onto the empty street
You see, sweet butterfly
You were right
They like you better
Framed and dried

© 2006 Evenstar