an inquiry...
One still sees a few
faithful monarchs fluttering near.
These red-gold beauties
far from being a typical butterfly-
handsome in all phases. Ordinarily.
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| mixed media altered book poem: original photo, oil pastel, pencil excerpts from Stalking the Good Life, E. Gibbons |
I have a question for
His Majesty the Monarch:
Does a butterfly
remember being
a caterpillar?
Perhaps he
waves his wings about a bit
to get the feel of things,
then takes off
as if he had been flying
all his life.
On a visit to L.A. I saw this question painted on a sign that hangs over an abandon plot of land. I have been pondering it ever since.
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