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| Jul/Aug 2008 • Poetry |
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| Jul/Aug 2008 • Poetry |
Butterflies with Teeth
It's hard to know these days
just what it is
you're pitching your tent upon.Could be a mound of dung,
a bone house, the burrow
of a hibernating camel,
a fierce gem.There are moments of beauty
that just happen.A cat-like dog.
The red, feverish trees.
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