Butterfly wing detail


LEARN & LIVE

Rise & shine, the ghost/father says. Early bird gets.
Stand & deliver. Divide & conquer. Hear the piano?

The question is: how did the ghost revive the lily,
And am I the lily? Surely not a shrinking violet.

I learned that one. Nor do I walk or throw like a girl.
Fire & ice cause trouble, I know, and don't put

Too many eggs in a basket. But he—impatient ghost— Leaves before I can find out about pain & loss,

About how to capture a firefly that isn't there,
How to keep its small pulse of luminescence.



painting: Kate Peper