Meteorologists say
the flutter
of a butterfly wing
at the far end of the globe
can change the weather here.
I don’t know if that’s true.
Here’s what I do know:
when the Eastern Tiger Swallowtail
settled herself on a pink blossom
near me, bright yellow wings
with four black stripes
spread to the sun,
hope rose in my heart,
and the sparkling confetti of joy
flew from my fingers all day.
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