Roll Roll
Down thundering canyon
Grass dust
Billow behind in rotund clouds
Swarming in tempestuous society
Gathering for a brief moment
only to sigh a heaving separation
and radiate towards unknown destinations
in undulating waves of careless.
The unblinking eye steadies the path
Boldly facing the course with effort focused
on forgetting
what
must be remembered
Taking little care to throw these burdens
Into the storm behind
Which accepts them,
Cradles them into its tumbling fabric
Exalts them towards the sky and sea
to be reared by the wind.
And I, lonely butterfly,
Curiously fluttering too close
dis-corporate
A fantastic explosion of color
against an unfeeling windshield.
