Incredible. Strictly a transactional conversation
with watery, windy words,
with the suddenness of colour,
he opened his mouth
and out dropped a butterfly.
Flapping absurdly, coated in saliva,
untamed (and perhaps untameable)
but nevertheless a spectacular specimen,
a butterfly of a certain calibre.
Somehow he was no longer himself.
his lips became flowers of prayer
and his face a bough of beauty,
us half-dead with awe and jealousy,
not knowing whether to clap or to cover our ears
Shakily at first, but then sedately, the butterfly
took off –
with its nose up in the air.