A Peculiar Blindness
It's a peculiar blindness
so many of us have.
There you are, little bug, looking for a place to land
never giving much thought to how you came so far.
That's why a breeze brought you me.
You think you are small, unremarkable,
but I can see your big glorious wings
spread out like an exclamation
right behind you,
in fabulous display,
plain as day.
for Wednesday Muse "butterflies."