Flutter

This was a short sweet poem for Tanya.  She was about to take an airplane ride and this poem accompanied a small rose that I gave her before the flight, I called the rose the traveling rose.  I thought of myself and Tanya as the Dog and the Butterfly.  These references appear throughout our relationship.  The butterfly was beautiful, erratic, and simply flitted in the breeze, her head always in the clouds.  The dog was of course grounded and very loyal, dependable.

FLUTTER

 The flutter of a butterfly

erratic when the wind blows

yet she flies safe, flying high

when she carries the traveling rose

Dan Copper  '93' or '94'