Drove out this morning in Elsa's car.
Small poet with smart black hair & immense hazel-gray eyesshe
looks at you like any moment something unexpectedly brilliant will get
said. Here the Aztec ruins dwarf us, great rippling feathered serpents
twist along the Quetzelcoatl banisters. Elsa teaches Asian philosophy at
the University, wears black sneakers & a vast loose-fitting black
shirt. Walking the ancient boulevard out to the pyramids she & I
compare thoughts on subtle points in Bhagavad-Gitajust two
old brahmins by the Ganges
Temple of Butterflies
is the monumental
show your ticket and mount the high steep stairs
peer through brown industrial haze at far mountains
& try to memorize the landscape
important for the next life.
It's mariposa in Spanish "perching one"
different root in Italian alsoI recall
Germans call it
so where did "butterfly" come from?
Them Indo-European rambling people, hard storm
out of Caucasus
horses & cattle driving the dust
splitting up, some go east across Indus
some west to Dublin, others south to the sea
and butterly emerges onlylater?
back in the homeland. Birch. Oak.
This one pulses burnt orange wings
on grey stone
rufus & ivory eye-patterns rippling.
Looks like a monarch from California
thousands arc in migration, high over the
to collect in a single tree
near Añno Nuevo
1200 species of mariposa
found in Chiapas. Enter into the notebook:
Get a good field guide
Andrew Schelling | Mexico City
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