Looking out the window
almost any time of day
I see tiger swallowtails in our garden,
and, to let them know I’m glad to see them,
I sometimes say,
in that hospitable Spanish way,
“Está en su casa”,
“You are in your house”.
These are macho mariposas,
living up to their feral name,
big yellow butterflies
a hand’s breadth wide
with black stripes on their wings.
When I approach they don’t fly away,
they pay me no heed,
just keep sipping nectar
as if to say
“You think this is your garden?”,
imbibing as tranquilly
as patrons at a soda fountain,
but suddenly a pair
will pirouette around each other
in helical dance
as if caught up in a whirlwind,
© by Richard Greene.
Used with the author's permission.