Monday, July 25, 2005

fallen



today i withdrew
a skipper
the sparrow
of the butterfly
world
from a petunia
where it sipped
its last
intoxicating nectar
and died
quite pleased
amidst beauty.

he seemed stuffed
like socks in an
overfull drawer

probiscis extended
as i deadheaded
to jostle him
gently

so i carry him
from his grand
sarcophogi

wondering if he has passed
from death to life

like the frittilary
faded pale from
deepest coral

hanging now
feet in the air
like peter.

still
unmoving

leaving his terrestrial
existence behind
for celestial beauty.

1 comment:

Donna J. Shepherd said...

Wow. Beautiful.