Dream Sequence Poem by bob barci

I
am butterfly.
Monarch in style
but more red in color.
I sit
sedately
on a large rock
with a slug –
glittery and shiny
and very brightly orange.
We are held there
by two black bugs.
Neat, clean, well kept,
and winged, are they.
Polite and friendly
are they
with other bugs and insects
but –
drastically different with us.
These
well kept bugs
tell slug and I
they shall reside
on another rock.
They walk away
leaving us on rock
nervous and unsure.
A voice
that sounds like
it comes from a 1920s radio program,
tells us – slug and I –
the bugs will NOT be coming back.
We are free to go where and when we want.
We decide
to leave the rock – together.
However,
before we go
I want to fly up
to a tree branch
and pluck a newly flowered bud
as a remembrance of this place.





I fly up
pluck
and return to the rock.
Only to discover
slug is gone –
left without me.
“Where have you gone? ”
I cry.
“We were to go together! ”
I fly up
for an aerial search.
There slug is.
On nearby rock
but with another slug,
smaller in size
but equally glittery, shiny, and orange.
I start to fly toward them
but then turn,
and go another way.
I soar above slug,
alone, but free.