I Pause Enchanted by the World
I pause enchanted by the world
too hot, too cold, too dry
flooded at our hands.
In the fine print, those prevailing
notes, I read below the text
of dainty wings, feet upturned.
Their spots engraved enchant me:
bees, beetles, lady-bugs persisting
like bright memories of childhood
fallen dead beyond my doubled knee.
Red intrepid ants bear away
debris in file: staggering silent
pallbearers hauling coffins filled
with poisoned gifts.
2010 - present
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