Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Because she was what she had been
and wasn’t what she’d be,
she thought she might just take a spin
as Butterfly McQuee.
As Butterly McQuee, she thought,
she might just find a way
to bring the things she wished she’d brought
but hadn’t, yesterday.
To fleur-de-lys around a room –
to twirl and leap a while –
perhaps would summon up a bloom
in her of grace and style.
And so she hops and leaps along
to strains of Debussy
to seek, as “Butterfly”, a strong,
and sweet, identity.
Watch her, if you’d like, tonight –
forgive her if she’s flawed.
When she’s done attempting flight,
gently, please, applaud.