Distance Call Poem by William Coyne

appearing from so many distances

tiny lush green trees rubbing a blue horizon
beyond my beloved's smiling face
as we lay dreamily embraced in sweet disgrace

big shiny black bugs gleaning bleak sidewalks
in a memory of childhood curiosity
one among many I lived long ago and dwell on

a little butterfly resting on my knee
that has yet to fly to me
as I wait impatiently for it to come

none seen had I not been looking