In a breath, in half a moment
Caught: a butterfly,
|An insect for Amber.|
As I transfer it to her arm.
I cannot hear her giggle
Without seeing tiny tarsii in my mind
(And I adore them!) She, though,
Has not seen the photos in her father's books.
She feels just the tickle,
And her liberal curiosity
Is captured by its bright pinwheel escape
And cares not for the mysteries of flight.