An open balcony,
vases, roses, a butterfly dancing.
Pristine skies over the balcony
and almond flowers on the streets.
The dervish still whirls
Semantics blurred in her mind;
she couldn’t distinguish
the butterfly’s dance
from the dervish’s whirls.
The butterfly tattoo on her arm exposed;
it’s time to take a selfie,
it’s time to take more selfies
before the butterfly vanishes
because in the company of butterflies
she feels more photogenic.