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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?

... 

  

(For full text see the Kindle ebook The Nature of Things (Collected Poems) by Alan Marshfield)

  

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