this morning i watched as a small butterfly
fly back and forth from the dew on the grass
to the nectar in a blossom.
why this flower and not that?
Love is like that.
why paint this and not that?
who knows –
there is so much to be attracted too,
and so much to attract.
Did the flower call the butterfly? – who called to you?
or did you make the call?
this is why we need so many artists,
and so many butterflies.
and of course, flowers.