At Cendet's Poem by RIC BASTASA

it is early morning
the usual sunshine landing on the violets
then spreading its thin fingers on the tiny leaves
and soon enough a white butterfly hovers
upon its softness
soundless in the air

what beauty is there more than
what i have recently seen than
a uniformed security guard
calling his stray cats for the feeding
of left-over fish

later the cats lick his shiny shoe
and sit beside him
aS friendship resumes from hair to skin