Dusky flutterfly
who's wings beat
far too fast to
take joy in what
she does.

Who dances most
beautifully in
the fading light
of a thousand sunsets.

Who's finicky
fancy flights from
here to there.

And who,
in forgetting herself,
floats softly away
on the cool evening
breeze, leaving me
alone to enjoy
a sunset built
for two.

AcB 4*17*98