How do you make
the heart remember,
in the early morning
desert sun,
and yet the mind is
misty.
The Butterfly lands,
on one lock of
hair,
the right eyebrow lifts,
Is that a blush I
see?
Revealing just
enough of the top teeth.
the wings lightly flutter,
then the pretty
gold stripped Spicebrush Swallowtail whispers, “It tickles!”
Denis Kariuki
