If she could, she’d help butterflies

arrange the powder on their wings

just so, and they would thank her

with brightly colored performances in the air.

She envies the exhilaration the young ones must feel

the first time they alight after their first flight.

She wears a colorful dress trimmed with lace.

The butterflies accept this effort to be like them.       

And they’re okay with her inability to fly with them

because they know she does this in her own way.