From a droplet

From a droplet
Into a storm cloud
The virus grew
Lightning loud
And struck the crowd
Of humanity
And down they fell
And in their grief
They cried for ones
They lost alone
Alone in rooms
Alone on phones
And video calls
And poetry
For the graves
They could not see

A butterfly
So summer strong
Was directed to
The weeping throng
Of people lost
In grief and fear

A butterfly
That knows not tears
Goes where it goes
Upon the wind
That blew
Across the city
To find a garden
And into a room
Where someone sat
Sobbing uncontrollably

I saw its underwings were black
That it was big and fully-grown
Looking for a female friend
Somewhere in the far unknown
Just how far
Does a butterfly roam?
Yet into the room it came
It knew her grief
But not her name
It knew her love
In scented air
And for that love
Flies everywhere

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances.

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