there goes a train of
seven white butterflies
pairs entwining tying ribbons
round milky sun-streaked skies
into nose-dives spiraling
around a wild shrub
pleasantly surprised at tiny yellow florets
which with antennae rub
on excursion sightseeing
feeling spring terrain
without a thought or care
in their primitive brain
from ether they do come
hidden in the soil
for pollen and for nectar
before the Taiwan boil
an adolescent egret lands
skims a Han River shore
while anarchistic beetles
create from chaos more
not a person with white terror
stops for nature's play
they would rather wait in lines
of cars this holiday
2-28-15
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