2020 / POETRY / AUTHOR
JARRED THOMPSON
ANNUAL MIGRATION
…
Where are the white butterflies going?
Rising up from gutters, under bushes, in cracks of stone—
where is the wind taking them and do they know?
Bouquets of white-yellow lilt over concrete bridges
and metallic car-bonnets, turning heads skywards.
Petal bodies crushed by tractors and jaws of dogs;
petal bodies insistent on dancing, stirring the air—
hurricane blossoms somewhere.
Satin-soft patterns, flapping, tiny hearts working at a pace,
reaching for a place where hearts sheath and collapse
in cacoons again.
I watch them in their swarms, trying to remember a forgotten song.