Bad Timing August 4, 2010
Posted by Bill Holm in Poems.add a comment
Puzzling apoplexies seize
control, can’t even wheeze
without a dance, no song,
sprocket arms, no hands,
legs bend like old celery.
Wouldn’t you know?
That’s when a monarch butterfly
aglow in yellow evening sunshine
lights atop a dormant lilac tree.
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