"ButterFly Passenger"

Roaming to no end. Roaming

to no beginning. Roaming

just to roam.

My only passenger is

the small fish that sits on

the right side of me.

Stop. Go. Stop. Go. Stop.

Go.

Me with a belly full

of nothing, and a fish

with a belly full of

pennies, nickels, dimes, and

quarters.

A decent breeze and

one red light and there

it was. Or he. Or she. Or

me.

A small, yellow butterfly

enters via the driver door

window and flutters around.

5 Seconds—

give or take.

The winged symbol exits

via the driver door

window.

On the hood.

Flies away.

What it meant?

I’ll never know…