The Butterflies

A flicker of light
flutters through clustering blooms,
hinting at blue and purple as it moves.
It soars and darts among its fellows,
dancing on some fickle wind.
they swarm and fall apart,
Identical until one sees
the tiny markings on their wings,
the silver veins, the blue-white dust.
They hide among the lilacs
and are stirred up,
like memories,
only by hoofbeats,
by laughter.