Butterflies and Bull Riders - March 5, 2023

some poets are bull riders

some net backyard butterflies

others take spaceships

into the past or like to

swim through troubled waters

we write with the voice

we are given about a life

no one else has

and should listen to see if another’s

stretches our curiosity enough

to step out of our world of words

into one which take odd twists

or seems a bit feral or wayward

to those who don’t get out much

but oh how much easier to follow

sunny footprints in the sand

to an unmapped place

than through the brambles

of an overgrown path

on a coal black night