A butterfly landed on the concrete by my feet
its wings orange and black
In my mind I organize butterflies
either “not a monarch” or “maybe a monarch”
This is not a monarch and she knows it
She dances circles on the sidewalk
opens and closes her wings shyly
as if weighed down by her own beauty
About the Poet:
Tiffany Renee Harmon is a writer and visual artist based out of Southwest Missouri.
Ephemeral Elegies 
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