Ruby Spotted Swallowtail
for any occasion
as the ruby
lives for citrus
This poem is red.
This poem is red and shiny, like the patent leather shoes I wore when I was four.
This poem is rounded, but mostly oval.
This poem is slowly molding into the shape of a heart.
This poem is filled with helium.
This poem is tied to a ribbon.
This poem is tied to a red ribbon.
This poem is tugging against the weight of your hand, as if it wants to move upward.
Let the poem go.
©2009 by Nettie Farris
Nettie Farris is a poet living in Floyds Knobs, Indiana.
She has recently published poetry in Illya's Honey, Kudzu, and Inscape,
along with an essay in Journal of Kentucky Studies.