Friday, April 12, 2013

trying to be careful

monarch butterflies are dying.
the radio said so
as I merged onto M-14,
the air pregnant with rain
that will not birth.

absence manifests
in me like pavement
wet with mirage.

I can feel
it in my palms,
secret-heavy.

loss is ours.
we must fill
the emptiness,
I know.

but what
replaces
butterflies?

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