totaling up the carnage,
we found yellow predominant, but
the large black
swallowtails too
were found stuck behind vents,
in crevices, tossed or whirled
away into culverts, and each
sad collision left pieces of beauty
on the windshield, a goo
so persistent that power
washers and scrubbing only
smeared the loveliness
across the glass pane, the sunset causing
a betwitching glow of reds, yellows, greens and pinks.
(Self-published. Please contact author directly to order.)
Enter the pages of diaspora in quiet introspection. Bathe your thoughts with subtle humor; synchronize your spirit-sense with history-in-heat; fall headlong with eyes wide open into
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