The Window
by Mark Waldrop
Out the window, the butterfly
had escaped,
beyond my perception and maybe into someone else's.
The little boy with the kite stared back,
wound his string,
and ended his afternoon.
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Interesting poem, Mark. See what happens to it when you make it all present tense.
Very nice imagery, Mark. I like Bill's idea of present tense.
I like this moment you give us. The image of the butterfly followed by the kite is superb.
I agree with Bill and Sam about the present tense though I think it works the way you have it. I definitely view it as a moment and present tense enhances that for me.