| so I count my hopes: the bumblebees are making a comeback, one snug tight in a purple flower I passed to get to you; your favorite color is purple but Prince's was orange & we both find this hard to believe; today the park is green, we take grass for granted the leaves chuckle around us; behind your head a butterfly rests on a tree; it's been there our whole conversation; by my old apartment was a butterfly sanctuary where I would read & two little girls would sit next to me; you caught a butterfly once but didn't know what to feed it so you trapped it in a jar & gave it to a girl you liked. I asked if it died. you say you like to think it lived a long life. yes, it lived a long life. it lived a long life. Copyright © 2019 Fatimah Asghar. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on May 8, 2019, by the Academy of American Poets. |
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