Elizabeth A. Detring
Shaft &Amp; Butterfly
The shaft. hollow. gelatinous. Salty, but sweet.
a protruding bite
yet all the while a state of purity so relaxed presumes like a
butterfly carried by the presumptuous wind....
The boundaries dismissed by a compelling drive to fall into the
shaft, forward and profitable.
covered again until the wind arrives with only nectar on the
belly of a bee to yet another place, the window, the eye of
expectation. A gaze.