better butterfly's

she builds better butterfly's from the dust on rusting pipes
they fly in the starry sky while i cry
in a panic she paints them into a panoramic
but butterfly's recognize their own limited size
so they build their own chicken coop in my soup

Reviews

[Rachel Harper]

This poem is different but I like it! It's strange and beautiful at the same time. I noticed the internal rhyme scheme with sky/cry, panic/panoramic, recognize/size, and coop/soup. It's nice touch.