A red admiral butterfly that keeps changing sizes turns out to be two butterflies, wary of each other, wary about perching on my legs.
The Morning Porch
The view from my front porch every morning, in 140 or fewer characters
A red admiral butterfly that keeps changing sizes turns out to be two butterflies, wary of each other, wary about perching on my legs.
COUNTERPOINTS
Changing forms in midair is de rigueur
for mating mariposas; little wonder they
attract curious attention about how love
makes them ape the graceful twists
of aerialists locked in prurient embrace
even if they had no feelings for one another.
It’s when they come closer to my legs
that they become wary of each other,
just as I become weary of being alone.
—Albert B. Casuga
06-22-12
The full version of “Counterpoint” was inadvertently posted on the Next Post of TMP. Is there a way of correcting this, Dave? Thanks.
No, comments can’t be moved from the thread they were posted to. I can delete it and you can post it in the right thread if you want, but I think people can figure it out O.K. as-is.
Pingback: Preces | Via Negativa