I gave the naked woman
in the old-fashioned photograph
butterfly wings
seated her on a bicycle
and she took off flying
She flies around inside me
she appears and disappears
you can feel her pollen
sifting between
a large wheel
and a tiny one
She pedals along
flaps her wings
looks at me
sticks out her tongue
smiles
flies high
swoops back down
and vanishes from my mind.
Enrique Agramonte Robles ©
Translated by Pamela Carmell
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