Car Crash
Sky darkens
and night comes.
Stars glow, distant, indifferent.
Moon casts a cold light on open shutters
as Death enters and settles beside her.
The road home fills with shadows.
Death of a Bambino in a Plane Crash, Milano
The air flutters with "What if's"
as baby bird falls, too heavy to float
soft currents to safety, too tender in days
to flap feeble wings back home.
The wide room of air and space
holds no soft dark warmth of mother wings
the ground beneath a rush -
a sudden something indifferent to
the quiet thud of death.
Janet Butler left the San Francisco Area with her dog Rocky to escape the nefarious US political situation. Unfortunately, even in Italy news catches up with one. Covid put a break on all things creative, but she is working her way back to poetry and homage to the beautiful. A recent publication is Tipton Poetry Journal, Winter, 2024.
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