Saturday, 27. March 2004
An Incidental Question
The sudden flash
of a swallowtail's
two long wings,
black rustling silk
edged with tints of blue,
sepearted by a slender body
alive and pulsing.
How can I appease my sharp hunger of vision by these transitory sights: that of a butterfly, that of your butterfly like presence?
2004:03:27 Atlanta
My Poems
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