There are no butterflies
With wings strong enough
To calm nor create a storm
Which can wash ashore
The good memories
In old green bottles
or seashell
or airplane debris.
But somewhere, maybe,
They will be unearthed,
Unhidden by leaves,
moved by ants
and centipedes
smelling of mulch
and history repeated.
Kenyatta Jean-Paul García currently resides in Albany, NY after spending his youth in Brooklyn and Queens. He spent ten years as a cook after graduating from SUNY Albany with a BA in English. Since leaving the restaurant business, he has received a second BA in Linguistics and works the graveyard shift where he spends the night putting boxes on shelves.
He is also the author of Distilled! and A Northern Elegy.
