Nothing on the floor--
greens and blues and lighter shades of pale
stretched out in stripes from the sun
shining through the curtains.
Solace in a puddle on the floor--
drip, drip, from the bloated ceiling tiles
browning from the rain.
Somewhere, down the garden path,
past the Easter lilies and scattered ferns,
a butterfly drinks the nectar
of a honeydew blossom.