i dreamed of a memory-
a dream of a feathered butterfly
who came to visit.
my angel, my devil?
my place in biblical history?
are we sacred?
I was taken to a garden beneath the sea.
little sunflowers inexplicably popped from the sandy bottom
i wasn’t sure if it was a product of heaven or hell.
the feathered butterfly let out a great howl
with it brought a stench that was
one sunflower decayed and i was led to believe
was brought to deceive.
i watched as the feathered butterfly navigated the ocean and
i always remembered that sunflower.
why can that little sunflower transcend its natural habitat?