Monday, July 23, 2007 5:37 PM

the twig snapped, with a brittle crack
the flower fell, wilted, faded, gone
the butterfly flitting gaily round a blossom jolted,
remembering the end was near
and the moth, the silent, still moth,
dreamt of the flickering passion, the searing heat, the falling apart into
dust
for dust returns to dust,
just as flesh will not last
but fragility remains