Butterfly
when you don’t
think it could
get any better than this
any worse than that
it does
in the expanse
the shape and form and fit
there is dimension
an angle
a shard of light
when a door opens
a black box when it closes
where’s the window
cut a square
in your cardboard box
and wait
the sheers of the sun
will pool in
drape over the moon
and soften all the stars
‘tis a curious thing
metamorphosis
TL