One Touched Me on the Shoulder*
She landed softly and fluttered twice;
I sensed I should not turn my head.
After all, when you enter a butterfly garden,
shouldn’t you be shy as a geisha?
Keep your head turned left and down.
Float along the greenery,
carrying the white-winged one with opaque dots,
until you reach
an open pineapple where ants crawl.
There, a second bewinged beauty alights.
This one a marigold-orange,
framed with lace and black velvet fringe.
Will Cabbage White and Painted Lady
nod to each other as I pass?
I think not, because as I pivot to the right,
whiteness grazes my neck.
A fierce competitor, she lifts aloft.
*First published by vox poetica, Nov 2018, http://voxpoetica.com/one-touched-me-on-the-shoulder/