(I don't know what to advise you on this one...)
Butterfly Boy

Walking past a corner
Of the swimming-pool,
At Mill River in July,
A young and slender
Oriental boy,
Down on my left,
Was crouched low,
Next to a puddle,
His slow and gentle
Left hand turning,
Deftly coaching
A hesitant and wet,
Bright orange butterfly
To tip-toe freely,
Upward and outward,
To reclaim the summer's breeze--

Haniu.


Max Redfire