I used to have
Butterfly curtains
They were white
Translucent
With little butterflies
Hand stitched to the fabric
Pink ones
Blue ones
Yellow ones
Bright ones
Pastel ones
They did a good job
Blocking the morning light
So I could always sleep
Just a little longer
I liked to imagine
The butterflies flitting about
Whenever the air conditioning turned on
YOU ARE READING
Leaving Behind the Endless Fields of Corn and Soybeans
PoetryEveryone has that one place in their heart. The two will always be connected, whether they love that place, or hate that place. My place? My town? I love it, I hate it. I've left it behind. This collection of poetry is about the place, the town, tha...
