I saw two butterflies in the alley, 'Twixt the new well and the orange tree; With the shade of the tree they seemed to dally To tease the sun who, without them cannot be. I overheard two blackbirds when I looked up: “Why can’t we tease the shade like the butterflies?” Said the maid-bird, pretending an orange to sup.
And before she could even realize, The black bird spread his wings over her thighs. In the throbbing blue flakes of the sky she cries & she cries & she moans & she moans & she cries - Unlike a Buddhist. (c)LazharBouazzi