Brevity Before Gravity

By the river,  the amphitheatre,

above the succulent flowering,

singing

 a jittery

 and silent

spring air:

Butterflies,

 white or black,

some spotted grey.

 Others

stream gold from their wings,

in lieu of vapour.

An A.D.D.,

frenetic,

 tale of freedom

holds captive

 sparrows,
and I.