Violin In Tokyo Poem by RIC BASTASA

comes a blue
butterfly in this garden
without leaves

neither buds
as they refuse to bloom
into flowers of

May how come how daring
shall this blue butterfly
turn into a tail of
a dragon turning itself into
the passive
tendrils of cadena de amor
vines
along the rusty trellis to
one of the fences of
an old city where

imagination turn fools into
red dotted
coy kois silenced in the
smallness of
the pond

this city was bombed
and all the dead children and
women
offered in the name
of peace.