TO THE BUTTERFLY IN THE MONASTRY
you little fucker
what are you thinking?
I saw you bright yellow in the
smudged sunlight.
Now the rain is here, so heavy
and almost warm.
I stand in the downpour
strangely click my tongue
in time to the thunder
that rolls like drums
around the forest thick mountains.
where have you gone?
You couldn't stand this torrent
could you? you little fucker
I hope you're alright.
I'm safe and warm at least.
Grey smoke filters through
the thick foggy downpour
dissipating, dispending
loose coloured particles
broken in the afternoon light
10/ 7/ 2004 P.D
