Jul/Aug 2008 Poetry

Butterflies with Teeth

by James Grinwis

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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