there are many more butterflies
than I originally thought
fluttering about

there coils much more foliage
on this dusty porch
than of previous inhabitants
I'm sure

lofty in dark belfries
flapping bats scatter
screeching their high furious
echo location
as below
vortex smoke churns from
grass and weed wildfires
pass through spread over
such peculiar pathways
always brewing
a dangerous couple
degrees hot

what is
time and space
what is
the "matter"

Held in through foiled windows
Mother Mary Calamity Jane
Ave Marie gratia plena
kneeling me low in burning light
lower than first and only thought
adorning butterflies tremulous flight