We human beings think we’re pretty special when compared to the “lower” forms of life, but now and then nature puts us in our place. Here’s an untitled short poem by Kentucky’s Jonathan Greene.
the butterfly lights
on my shoulder.
a rotting log.
Poem copyright 2001 by Jonathan Greene, from blink (September-October 2001, vol. 1, no. 2), and reprinted by permission of the author and publisher. American Life in Poetry is supported by The Poetry Foundation and the English department at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. We do not accept unsolicited manuscripts.