In the dark of night
under mosquito netting
in my jungle bed
I hear soft thuds and thumps
of flying things
in my room.
I close my eyes
and sleep.
In the morning
a man comes
to clean my room
tuck up the netting
and sweep.
In his dust pile
I find the wings
of a green-banded Urania.
So much beauty
should not be
swept aside.
I ask if I may keep
the butterfly.
This is not the first time I have searched the morning sweepings for colorful specimens. I had a good selection of pink months one summer when I attended a writers retreat at Wild Acres in North Carolina. Isn't the iridescent blue and the green bands pretty? What other things can you think of that are blue? Try writing a blue poem today. Oh, I'm getting hungry for blueberry pie just thinking of blue. Have fun.
