After he flew high over
all of China, from far east
to west, north and south,
a man dreaming he was
a yellow butterfly woke
or maybe slept, a butterfly
dreaming it was a man.
Now when each moved
on land or through sky
the others knew, they wore
a sandal and a wing, for
sleep and one for waking.
Nels HansonNels Hanson grew up on a small farm in the San Joaquin Valley of California and has worked as a farmer, teacher and contract writer/editor. His fiction received the San Francisco Foundation’s James D. Phelan Award and Pushcart nominations in 2010, 2012, 2014 and 2016. His poems received a 2014 Pushcart nomination, Shark pack Review’s 2014 Prospero Prize, and 2015 and 2016 Best of the Net nominations.
