Buttermorphosis

I recall the rural life of the butterfly Extravagantly —that proud floating mass of wings. Her wings flutter from sea to coast so eloquently, Yet silent with the muteness of frightened breeze. They are banners with buntings of newness — striped, Spotted, arched, dotted. Her flamboyant life history, reading it backwards, Is an exhibition of time and cosseted patience.... The winged one, aged and tried, schleps to the stirs of a narcoleptic pupa, Hanging on the banisters of a dear larva who's egged on to Run the full circle and announce the mating time and a most Fragile conception.