The butterflies dance lazily through the weeds
Afternoon shines gold over the florets
These moments are the only break
From the grinding teeth of the machine
The patch of weeds I tend
Surrounded by over-shaven lawns
Dead lifeless lawns
Dead restless people
Driving round
Staring at their phones
Searching for an answer to a question
Long forgotten
Thou art morons
I stare too
Down into my phone
Searching for the answer
To a question lost
I am a moron too
I tend the weeds
I watch the butterflies
Catch the breeze through
Florets of gold











Powerfully penned, James. Another excellent write with lots of layers my friend. Amazing read. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thanks for reading.
Bit of a strange one but most of my poems are strange.
Regards
James