Thursday, April 12, 2018

Licked Valentine

Two butterflies fell
To the ground together
I couldn’t tell
 
If fighting or mating
Or if one was licking
The other clean
 
The way horses do
Getting it to stand and breath
Still wet from its emergence
 
Letting it absorb
The whole idea of flight
And that the wind is up today
 
That it must loiter here in the dirt
Until its wings
Say when

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