For Stanley Nelson
Wind!
You've saved me from my illusions
Just a moment's exhalation
this poem of an afternoon
Overwhelmed by your currents
it smashes on a rock
Now I can breathe
with disinterest
Forget Me Nots on the moss
and a failing tulip
capture my gaze
release it from talking's illusion
and I can contemplate freedom
no flag but a white butterfly
perched on a fringed yellow petal
it's wings pressed together
miming a creature's eyes
as it imbibes April's sun
Roberta Gould