Out on the back deck, reading peacefully in the dappled
sunlight, from time to time laying
down the book, and day-dreaming a bit.
Then all at once, from out the air,
two large and (what was that?) fast
(faster!) large
(and ever larger, looming, as they
rush towards me on)
!bright!
butterflies,
stark yellow and bold black,
whirling in a rapid dance,
just inches from
my up-
turned face …
They come to hover above my head, in a frenzy of kineticized
embrace. I’m amazed, and alarmed
by their quick proximity; even a
bit indignant at this, mm, public display of affection. Get a room!
Then at once, they | .
. . |
part ……..
A brood of baby butterflies
have just been gifted expectation of life,
above my head.
They both fly off to separate trees,
no doubt to catch their breath, and
smoke a cigarette.
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