time
is not
a Butterfly taking wing
Alight—alighting
upon the petals of
Daffodils
Sweet aroma
drifting through gardens
where Sunlight
cascades in ribbons
of warmth on
the tongue Sticking out
between pursed
lips of A child catching
soapy bubbles
tasting their bitter End
from the
wand held by mother
She
whispers the bubbles
to life
as child dances through
bright Beams
chasing, never
Catching
a Monarch
alight
on
a daffodil
is not
Time
Originally published in SUB/con ©1997