Figments of the Shade of Grey

riding on my bike, I pass my old high school
scenes from a silent movie spiderwebbing  
my memories.  
 
I see butterflies flutter on 8mm film    
snapshots and memories caught in the mesh  
of a butterfly net.  
 
the photographer clicks the shutter  
the script of my past had been flipped  
as the director shouts...CUT!  
 
does it capture the mood  
or is this just a bi-polar episode    
bulldozing through my thoughts.  
a situational comedy starring me  
 
hanging under the sycamore  
as the scent of rotted rhubarb reaches  
as balck-n- white  butterflies flutter  
off the silver screen.  
 
figments of the shade of grey  
as their wings flitter landing on daises  
blowing in the wind.