a poem of thanks
in my 20’s,
3am from the dyke bar
i climb the stairs up from dekalb station.
a monarch butterfly flutters on the stair lights;
lost from its course.
thinking someone might hurt it,
i wait ‘til it closes
its wings together,
softly grab the paired wings
wait for it to relax its legs;
once taught to me by the old italian guy
who grew morning glories
next to the bocce court on leroy
when i was a kid.
i cup the monarch in my hands like a prayer.
out on the street, 3 young guys
coming from where i need to go say
where you going, dyke!
i figure i’m in trouble
then i remember
i still have the butterfly
and need it let it go.
face my future beaters,
lift buddhist prayer hands to my face,
open and push the butterfly away.
it flies towards their faces.
the 3 guys duck,
confused and startled.
as the monarch goes safely to its course,
go safely home.
©- 2014 – Vittoria repetto
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