Butterfly at the Intersection

I almost stopped the midday traffic
at 51st and Washington, almost

thought it was my work
to cross you to safety, almost

said, yes, I must do this,
for you remind me of someone;

the way you ride the wind
eddies, dipping and leaping,

the way you check your face
in a thousand windows, the way

you flip your orange shoulders
at the world, believe it cares.

I would tell you of a field
of flowers, I would whisper
the way,
but you fly off

and my words hover just above
all this flash and shine. 

—Jeanie Tomasko, Middleton, WI