With black stripes that
announce “tiger king,”
a tiger swallowtail butterfly
lifts golden wings that drift and glide,
as he sips nectar and ferries pollen.
With a linger here, a perch there,
and swish of a barn-swallow tail,
he rises above with goodwill.
There is a time to scatter,
and a time to gather.
A time to embrace,
and a time to be far from embraces.