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One Touched Me on the Shoulder

11.07.18 Posted in today's words by

Lee Woodman’s most recent poem to appear here was “Vanquor” (June 2018)

One Touched Me on the Shoulder
BY Lee Woodman

She landed softly and fluttered twice;
I sensed I should not turn my head.

After all, when you enter a butterfly garden,
shouldn’t you be shy as a geisha?

Keep your head turned left and down.
Float along the greenery,

carrying the white-winged one with opaque dots,
until you reach

an open pineapple where ants crawl.
There, a second bewinged beauty alights.

This one a marigold-orange,
framed with lace and black velvet fringe.

Will Cabbage White and Painted Lady
nod to each other as I pass?

I think not, because as I pivot to the right,
whiteness grazes my neck.

A fierce competitor, she lifts aloft.

2 Responses to “One Touched Me on the Shoulder”

  1. Charlene james says:

    Truly a joy, sensitive, real yet surreal

  2. Bobbie Troy says:

    Very visual. Lovely poem.

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