Butterfly possibilities

April, 2013
 

Butterfly miracles emerge from croissants

according to my old galán whose memories

you may suppose have gone astray.


He summons words correctly in this case.

Sipping coffee mornings in the cool

mango shade I contemplate upon the vines

a guild of well-trained multi-footed bakers
 

clad in segments, striped aprons of summer dress

unknown to furry fingerlings we knew up north.

That fertile pastry moons crisped in torrid oven

sun cradle butterflies, does not amaze me.
 

Shall I pluck and place upon my yielding

tongue these flaky curved croissants?

In my belly will I feel unfold the golden wings?