Butterflies in the Zoo
So that they don’t escape
there are two doors —
one to shut behind us
before opening the next
We stand in between
checking our hair and collars
for stowaway wings
If we find a butterfly
spotted, striped, or injured,
we take its picture, cup it
within our hands, return it
to captivity
If we find nothing,
we are free to go
down the path
to the next exhibit —
elephants being hosed
from dusty ears to muddy toes
by Pablo, Miguel,
and Alejandro.
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Categories: Insecta
hi, therese! glad you like this publication. i think it’s a lot of fun. haven’t seen you in forever, but respect your writing so much. this is another excellent one! –carolee