Treasure Island

Joseph Narusiewicz

(9/29/50 / So St Paul, Minnesota)

Monarch Butterfly


I saw two Monarch Butterflies today
Flying like beauty itself incarnated
Monsanto hasn't gotten them yet
Frankenstein poison food taking over
They were free and not extinct
I use to see them all of the time
Now they are rare like angels
They journey to one valley in Mexico
Migrating from Canada like miracles
Now our greed and industry kills

Fragrant pines in the poetic breeze
Purple and yellow wild flowers
Summer love sighing on my walk
Rivers glisten like hopeful stars
Clouds that speak of eternity
Clover on grassy fields
Yes! The elves have keen eyes
Upon the quiet meadow they fly
Praise be! We haven't lost another
The Monarch Butterfly is still alive

Submitted: Wednesday, July 09, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, July 09, 2014

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