A butterfly landed on the concrete by my feetits wings orange and blackIn my mind I organize butterflieseither “not a monarch” or “maybe a monarch”This is not a monarch and she knows itShe dances circles on the sidewalkopens and closes her wings shylyas if weighed down by her own beauty About the Poet: Tiffany Renee … Continue reading The Butterfly by Tiffany Renee Harmon