Butterfly flits
Under my sprinkler’s reach,
Wisps up and out and
Down again. Thunder
Rumbles mutteringly. Butterfly
Twists and lifts, seemingly
Crazily, settles on a dead flower head,
Wing-closed, enjoying the sprinkler-mist.
Thunder baritones closer. Wind whooshes
Artificial rain all over me as patched blue
Skies wink with hidden glee! Lightning stabs
Air, thunder applauds, noisily! Then, Now is
Shushed, for minutes... One last thunder, throatily
Trebles away. No monsoon yet, for arid land. Even
The butterfly has left.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Photo by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Copyright 6/29/12