Two Worlds..... Poem by RIC BASTASA

I've seen how fragile
a white butterfly floating in air

gently stops on top of a red flower petal
and then gently again backs to its
floating beauty

what a beauty and i float too
like a butterfly

that night in the same garden
i've seen one broken wing on the pebbles

the other wing and the body of the white butterfly
is taken by the red ants

what a feast perhaps inside their sand empire

got to accept this fact of life
here today gone tomorrow

one's misery another's reverie
one's loss another's boss.