Palos Verdes Blue
Whether you're caged in a cubicle,
alone in a dark house, curtains drawn,
strapped in a wheelchair,
sheltered beneath a bridge or a poet unread,
you might think you'd like to be an angel,
wings tattooed on your shoulder blade,
if not sprouting from your scapula,
because you think it's your turn to be noticed.
What you really want to be
is a Palos Verdes blue butterfly,
floating above grassy dunes beside the sea,
by a miracle, no longer endangered,
because you think it's your turn
to be feasted upon by eyes,
wide with wonder at the you that is you
instead of looking away at your approach.
I am retired after a lifetime of various kinds of physical labor. My eighth book of poems "A Blanket of Raven Feathers" will be released by North Star Press in May, 2017.