National Poetry Month 3/30

Butterflies’ secrets are coded in their wings,

so remember to listen carefully

as they drink deeply

from the flowers’ nectar.

There’s a faint hum,

a slight drum in the

distant heartbeat in my inner ear.

I remember the clouds, that day,

how they sagged with the

weight of a season’s rain,

and how it all fell

in one big rush.

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