biography

Yesterday I watched a butterfly

Warming up its opened wings

Veined and furry if you look up close

In powdery umber colouring

On the steps of aggregate 

That lead up to the bridge

 Over the dual carriageway
    I watched it sun itself and then
     it folded up its wings and flew away

Biography

  Everything I write that starts with“I”

  And is about myself just always seems to be a lie

  It’s not intentional - it’s just is the way it is .

 There is a kind of butterfly

Called Zaretis Itys

That looks just like a fallen leaf .

 From Amazonia and it must

 Have broken out of the coccon it made

 Itself , when it was not itself at all

Anita Greg 17/06/2019