Thursday, May 7, 2015
Butterflies in formation
they gather in his stomach as he faces the audience
raising the flute to his lips, he feels them flutter.
the blue ones with irridescent wings, the yellow and white,
the dusky moths mixed in,, their intricate antennas
rotating on invisible masts.
he breathes in deeply, relaxing his shoulders,
briefly closing his eyes as the butterflies
assemble into formation and in one moment
they carry the sound of the flute forward,
he can only follow.