The Flowing Nature of Things Paper lightly wetted and paint ripe with color . . . the endless potential in one brush stroke. Against A Watercolor Dawn At first I thought it dead, with spread wings motionless, on the bowing end of leafy bamboo, neither flick nor tremble of antennae . . . and it occurred to me, "How glorious this death." As if it were posing for a still-life painting, fragile, tattered wings awaiting first light . . . a shift then lift upward -- from bamboo leaves the Giant Swallowtail rises into daybreak.

Return to the front page of this issue:   Amaze   Vol. 6, No. 1   Go to the Poets & Authors page for the poet's biographical sketch and email link. All poems are copyright © 2008 by their respective authors.