Armine Iknadossian: KITCHEN IN PASADENA

Mother is stirring soup.
Says she smells the Mediterranean.

A Monarch butterfly appears from behind the rack
on her way to Mexico or San Simeon.

Glides from faucet to shoulder to ladle.
Together, they listen to the bubbling of the ocean.


This poem has appeared on Groong and is reproduced here by kind permission of the author.