June 2021 Butterfly Lexicon Sometimes I see a nimbus of butterflies other times they’re just a puzzle or a tarradiddle to my eyes. Would you look at that quandary of butterflies? I ask a stranger, or do they call it a quibble? We’re expecting a downpour tomorrow says the weatherman and I know he speaks of butterflies. A peccadillo, a meander, a complicity perhaps I’m just confused — a confabulation of butterflies. For you, my love, I stir an elixir of song, dance, and joy a philter of butterflies. –Ashley Memory
The Art & Soul of Greensboro
O.Henry 41
