Butterflies Have Odd Jobs
Butterflies have odd jobs here
of leading you to the beach
or misleading you –
deep into coconut groves
where stories of faint shorelines
merge with crumbling mansions
covered in half foliage
and derelict truths
The monarchs leave a trail of silence
As they show you around
Reserved tour-guides
their flutter isn’t restless but
a surreal dance of organized harmony
They aren’t looking for milkweeds alone
but for a lost address and a house with no name
before they turn homewards
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