Flutter by

A tidal polished pebble
Fled its tomb.
The stone dried up and far 
From dulling, 
Opened bellows that were wings and learned to fly.

Mosaic tile---
Etruscan seawashed blue
The mothwing banked and sluiced
Through airwalls,
Cornered updrafts that were flues and smoked the sky.  

Hemmed by dense chalk charcoal smudges, 
Braced with threads of argent framework,
Fibers stiff with blink-eye life span,
As the butterfly foiled webcatch for the last.
A tiny turquoise crêpe shift bent, and broke.