The Butterfly’s Love of Flowers

by Saga Ringmar

Blanched red flowers
cling to a budding tree
and when the swallow takes flight
he circles the water and houses.
The pollen begins to scatter in the breeze –
headed for the green horizon
of endless vegetation.

Inside the garden walls is a swing
and outside is a road.
Outside the garden are passing strangers
and inside is laughter, but eventually
this laughter fades:
the blissful have been disrupted
by the indifferent.