Thursday, August 22, 2024

Summer's End Valentine

Why are some butterflies
So frantic except when
They're so still the ones
With the smaller wings
Have to beat faster to carry
Their huge auras while
The swallowtails and monarchs
Can afford to float
And yet stay fragile
For a thousand miles
In a wet patch of grass
I found a Least Skipper
Would you believe she asked
Three generations every year

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