Flurry
there is
a quiet
at the end
of a lane
a pause
before it turns
to a street
becomes a road
an interchange
you close your eyes
and there’s a butterfly
why is it there
you watch it wink
down the path
beyond your reach
you open your eyes
and pause
before you take a hard right
‘cause you coulda sworn you felt it
the slightest brush
but that’s absurd
there are no butterflies
in the dead of winter
mustta been a snowflake
that fell
a drop that froze
overnight
TL