the butterfly lands
i forget what im saying

agapantha stems
standing in a candle shape
ready to be lit

on your left hand side
if there is a space for me
marking time to dust

trust requires more
way more than a beginning
it declines the end

oysters arrived
surrendering their freshness
as the diner wished

roguish egg errupts
slip'ry life path created
burst of womenhood

a line of footprints
fairy penguins making marks
pheons for the king