T minus 10 & counting

Not a butterfly but Aepyornis
              (the extinct elephant bird of Madagascar)
                              hovering above the nasturtium

              (although Aepyornis was a bird that
              couldn’t fly
                              & anyway I was watching it all from
              the bottom of a
                                                tide pool)

Identity is merely recognition

              You trip over your own reflection in the
                                                hall of mirrors but refuse to crash
                              & shatter yourself

              ―We are bodies of water
              owning the space above & below
              if only for a Stagger Lee minute or so―

& it is a hinge
more restrained, less dithyrambic than a Dirge
              falling somewhere between El Camino Real
                              & a kind of sunset neon you could
build a religion out of