BUTTERFLIES By Larry Houston

butterflies in the garden

dancing from flower to bush

cocaine fear, cocaine sweat

I have the turntable on, 

playing old Stones

dogs at the door, whining

they want to come in

water beads on the sides of the beer

slides down the glass

I put down the gun

cross the room

open the door

let them in 

 I am most happy when trying to create something of interest when writing. I started writing in my 50’s and have a few pieces published in Medusa’s Kitchen.