Scarce Blues
Although only temporarily
blinded
By the glow from her sun
stoked hair
The last thing he recalled
before passing
Was a portion of sky with
a small diagonal crease
and a tear ….
Overflowing it was
with a million or more
jigsaw shaped pieces of
delicate blue
Although strangely enough
but most
decidedly true
Not a single kiss blown
forget-me-not petal
was in sight ….
And for a moment, it seemed
he had been
desperately wrong, for in truth
it was merely
the opening and the closing
of rare
blue butterfly wings
On which
everything so gracefully
floated and fluttered, then flew
Oh’ what distinctly flawless
yet fragile
and endangered
near perfect blue things ….