Poem by Wendy Mary Lister
***
Scales against
the sky,
like perplexed
butterflies
A slow
transition –
where flavours
gather –
A fragrant
doorway,
between
the living
and dying;
It brings
nostalgia
to a room;
Silence gets
louder,
slaps city
—hard
Stretching
sobs
through new
leaf
