A Team of Butterflies is Called a Kaleidoscope
A Sonnet by Adam Powers
A Team of Butterflies is Called a Kaleidoscope Once upon a horizon, some sunlight, spreadsheets, grit, & breeze—powered possibilities once crawled together like clean energy caterpillars on leaves. Hungry for growth, greening, & eating it all. Growing by giving green grid clean energy, transforming electricity, meeting at choice-multiplying for positive impact-rising crystallizing paths like a cleantech chrysalis breaking-out of the cocoon era. Cultivating brilliance with coworkers soaring luminescent kaleidoscopes of solar butterflies culminating colors: blue skyscapes, solar gold-splattered, clean green for everyone, everywhere, ever after—
In spirit. There was a ghost and change lost
In a pocket stomach full of monarchs. A mess
The cost of which never greater than busfare.
Fair. Though unlike butterflies. Price is rising.
