No butterflies this year.
No sober mourning cloak, no graceful swallowtail
no monarch in stately recessional.
Even the cabbage-whites who used to come in pairs
forsook the sinking Ark this year
and left the meadow full of stationary flowers only.
No butterflies this year.
Friday, July 28, 2006
No Butterflies
Labels:
free verse,
poetry
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