Gayle Sweeney (May 1955 / Massachusetts USA)
A big lemony butterfly floated up with a sunny breeze
And drifted amoung the cool green leaves of the old, black cherry trees.
It was seen clearly dancing in the air and then not found at all,
Cloaked in cloisonne' as if it was going to an evening ball.
Now the blue heavens bring solace,
Brightening up the empty space
Where the sunshiny butterfly suddenly left
Without a trace.
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