Cynthia Zhang
Written on March 23, 2017
Wings of a Butterfly
Commemorating Professor Shel Stryker Before Qingming
Festival
Wings of a butterfly,
Fluttering, trembling, and stumbling.
Wings of a Butterfly,
Dazzling, puzzling, and flying.
The butterfly landed on Shel’s shoulder.
Its rainbow wings glistened
In the drizzle of a spring night
And brightened his wife’s wavy hair.
Holding each other’s hands,
The couple strolled together through
Spring, summer, autumn, and winter,
Whispering into each other’s ears,
Till they disappeared from sight.
The wings of the butterfly
Led thoughts by a cemetery
Into an encounter wished for
Thousands of times.
The seasonal butterfly has flown
Into a future that never ends.
The grass leaf from last year’s grave
Has grown into a web of memory
From its greenness of gratitude.
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