the slightly treturous gravel path
and FLIGHTS of butterflies
burst by me
to the left
to the right
AGAIN & AGAIN
until I ACCEPT their heraldry
MONARCHS
in a few weeks
their pageant is EXPECTED in oaxaca
for dia de los muertos
SOULS of warriors
ethereal beauty BUGS
in the end
we are ALL
fragile creatures
FIERCELY BURNING
& the REASONS we NEED one another
are BOTH
constant and mutable
