Butterfly Net … Jaden Massaro

by Jaden Massaro

Paths like parabolas, close but never crossing, I’m skipping along, gripping my butterfly net, tossing Out honey and flowers, anything to catch their flight.

I know I saw your eyes sparkle just the other night When I knew that song, and I know you laughed When I told that joke wrong. It’s all photographed In my mind, hanging with my collection of butterflies (They flutter their wings whenever you meet my eyes).

Scraps of moments are smoothed and pinned to my walls With my magnifying glass, I turn raindrops into waterfalls.

And somehow, I find myself caught in the butterfly net, What a strange specimen… I wonder, did she forget About the parabola her feet were set on so rationally? Because here she is, skipping into a spider web, happily.