(ke 'I' th).........Imago
The cocoon burst too soon,
from a leaf-hung grip I slipped,
snatched as an adulthood,
wet winged on a blighted breeze,
flightless over summer gardens,
color clinging to a sugar-stealers drift.
He found me touching tips of coupled bliss,
then left me to lay patterns on lush, low leaves.
They will age as an idea of hunger
while I sip moisture and dream of
drinking nectar with the gods.