As spring creeps up the drain pipe, I see the air filled with butterflies...blue and black...spiralling in pairs, a frenzy of nervous energy...
I spot a pupa on the new-born leaves of my Ashoka, as I help it shed its old weight, plucking off dead leaves...
and a couple makes love in the shadows of the neem, as the last of Danae's
gold showers upon them...
spring is here, it seems.
Meanwhile, I have begun cultivating obsessions...
...Paper Butterflies!
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