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TROGONOPTERA
BROOKIANA
Hello,
a butterfly hot enough hops
up through the tenderest chats,
threats
and clefts of birdsong, and gropes
round our sunhats
in
the forest clearing. What does our soft
visitor importune us
for?
Asks? When will
blood be coughed?
Or must we guess?
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(For full text see
the Kindle ebook The
Nature of Things (Collected Poems) by Alan Marshfield)
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