An Inspiration Lost

April 28, 2008
By Kelly Laxgang, McHenry, IL

Two orange and black triangles,
Paired in flightful dance,
Sought an earthy dance floor,
For a dusty prose romance.

Adrift in hueless concrete,
Of many stories high,
Searching for a trace of life-
An echo of green reply.

Unanswered was his call,
For he found no such green,
He waltzed through anemic brick-
Life wading in between.

For in this barren concrete land,
Swallowed in life’s decay,
A poet’s fear was an inspiration lost,
When I saw a butterfly today.


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