Two butterflies

Poem/poema
Look at ‘em go, Lord.
Two butterflies.
Look at ‘em.
I wonder where they’re going.
I wonder if they know.
They’re just bumbling
or maybe dancing, I wonder.
The wind must be their music then.
And they must live to dance.
Nobody’s listening
and hardly anyone’s watching.
“Who cares?” I say…
They found each other.

Dos mariposas

Poema/poem
Míralas ir, Señor.
Dos mariposas.
Míralas.
Me pregunto adónde van.
Me pregunto si lo saben.
Van a tropezones
o quizás bailan, me pregunto.
El viento su música es entonces.
Y para bailar viven.
Nadie está escuchando
y apenas está mirando alguien.
“¿Qué importa?” digo yo...
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