Talking of stencils: and again he says
“we know intuitively that……”
what, I wish to ask, do I know?
must use a large soft brush giving way
to the slightest pressure or see
his frail stencils torn to pieces.”
His intuition assumes
this finely scissored art will speak.
We gaze together.
Within each open-winged butterfly
a small larval silhouette
will soar untouched
until a scented net of yellow dust
brushes the translucent
fluttering from intimate parts
of one blossom