In the salvia flits a flutterby
Its wings a golden yellow
Butter and buttercups, stained glass;
The edges are delicately lined in
Grapes and violets, deep amethyst;
A faint tracery of flame-red
Veins the powdery tissue paper,
Strawberries and roses, ruby glow.
Leaf shakes as flutterby settles,
Deep vegetable emerald green,
With agonizing balance and slow.
The wings settle outward, beauty
Lies on asphalt, crushed by chrome.
Rocks and tar: Be careful.
1992-1993
Copyright 1997 by Jennifer Kohl. All rights reserved.
