Saturday, August 23, 2008


The persistent
pairings of nature:

butterfly and moth,
all grace and flutter,

flame and death. Always
terror crosses over into

beauty, the tender
undersides of caterpillars.

Then wings. Tremor of color.
Great shakings of flowers

and from somewhere,
waft of burning candles.

Tell me, where do
they die, effervescent

and funereal,
where do they live?