A paisley black butterfly
Visits a sun shaded porch
Provides fluttered greetings
Before resting in pale lime eaves
Accompanied by a bright green gecko
I wonder what they thought
Of our discussion of love and politics
Late bloomers come to love
Appreciative of every instant
Of shared hours and days
Incredulous at our good fortune
Politics on the other hand
More comedic than serious
In this silly candidacy season
Unhinged from sense or morals
In the meantime butterfly and gecko
Bide their time in afternoon shadow
Comments
Neil McKay
March 8, 2012
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This poem speaks volumes
This poem speaks volumes about you and Gemma. "Incredulous at our good fortune"
Clayton Medeiros
March 9, 2012
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Gemma says its all because of
Gemma says its all because of the Best Person who introduced us.