let us examine a lovely butterfly. in its great window, warm as a bird, so present this Spring. so intricate their wings moving in a lovely sitting-place. through the drifting evening sky the naked stars and a moon full of poems still are white and warm beside your body breaking into life. i imagine the victory cry at the cross – eyes erect and huge, bright beside each other – almost the colour of jade beside a candelabra, unable to forget how beautifully lost on certain incredible nights is the day and all the crayoned flowers in the wilderness of a new constellation glowing with the news of the…