Mariposas

By Don Kingfisher Campbell

 

Everyone can guess

you put

butterflies

in my soul

They’ve probably

deduced

I’ve felt

a migration

of feeling

But do they know

you are my

Martin Luther King

preacher

for my

poetic freedom

I was once

behind bars

imposed by a

closed-minded

material marriage

But my heart

flamed inside

through

my brain

I wanted

to raise my arms

in verse

victory

Now I sit

in your store of

beauty

Contemplate

how I have been

a father for you too

I love to see

your independent

spirit

gaze into the sun

with

sunglasses