Bees And Butterflies Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Bees and butterflies

The table is set with
-plates, jars and coffee
-with butter and honey
-cool and nice is breeze
-in cottage; is morning.

Come and go chubby bees
-jumps woman to her feet
- "Why here? What is this? "

Further on, flowers
-are dancing to the wind
-that changes in degree
- (of speed.)

Round and round
-in groups, single ones
-land, stay, then take off
-colourful butterflies.

One of them comes near
-feels at home, on table
-spotty, colourful, brownish.

Jumps woman to her feet
- "Why here? What is this? "

I recall driving on highway
-mass of cars in both ways
-bumper touches bumper.

In the air by windshield
-flies in some dead leaf
-colourful, brownish.

I change mind when notice
- "Is not leaf…"

What landed on my hood
-is a lost, homeless, killed
- (of exhaust, BUTTERFLY!)