We cross the bridge and the water there is perfect, wide and deep with a soft beach for entry Cast, cast, cast Swim, swim, swim Fetch, fetch, fetch While Lexie furtively fetches I lean upon the rusting railing in repose After a fetch, I calmly gaze upon a pair of yellow–winged butterflies Hip, hop, hip, hop, along the beach One flutters a foot; the other follows Then, stillness; their wings parallel, vertical The moment holds its breath while still calmly breathing easy, like the gentle breeze that crowns us Wings open Her wings open in one majestic bloom neither slow nor fast not confident or timid but all those things and none such she unfolds her world to him He gazes upon her pattern while another epoch quietly breathes withheld breath He pounces upon her Her wings fly up, a Venus encircling him My heart exalts that such ravishing peace could exist in the world My brain, dizzy, torn asunder How long, I wonder, could this incredible little bliss be permitted to exist I pause, grateful for each second as Lexie pleads for another fetch Lest she bark, I contrive to throw the branch over the other side But, upon my first movement, she careens down the sand into the water He disappears She hops from one rock to the other and back to their love-patch in despair, love–lost. In a fortunate bizarre twist, Lexi goes under the bridge and up the other side Lady butterfly hops I wait, another epoch Just a half epoch He comes from nowhere and, instantly, they rejoin in their double–V Down the path we go, to leave them to the delight of the world I have to laugh at myself for thinking 30 minutes enough for eternity for, when we double–back later and I've promised Lexie a proper romp in the perfect water, I realize that she’s disturbed them again