who has designed this roof that cover us
while walking under the connifers
down the open nature,
down the suburban w my brother
the trees connect their branches above,
the leaves are intertwined above,
the skinny rays breath through the leafs
and I can't see no single sky but stil I see
pretty clear
a few butterflies, always following
deep scarllett and orange, unique
flying in circles in a choreography,
a floating sun,
lighting up everything it can reach
a sphere of paper wings,
a dad's detail.
YOU ARE READING
🦋down the suburban
Poetryjust a poem from my still unpublished book under the shade of the leafy trees
