My View of Butterflies Changes.


I bought and lost a book some years ago,
Full of tiny poetry,
The title may have been just “Chiyo-Ni”
Faulty goes my memory,

The only one that stays with me is this,
haiku with its imagery,
But now I see it different than it was,
Beauty grabs the realty:

That path the woman walks along in peace,
Owned by none but womanly,
Remembrance pulling girl to matron fast,
Pushed along unwillingly,

A butterfly performs a gender role,
Clearly femininity,
Japan’s not solo pushing such a thing,
Our feelings forming socially,

I love that poem through and through and through,
These words aren’t meant irreverently,
And please don’t think that what I say is true,
It’s just it’s nagging thoroughly,