Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Late Winter Metamorphoses


This motionless old woman 
Looks like nothing so much 
As a lone black coat left on a bench. 

But she stirs 

As I approach and notice a grey blur 
Departing her left shoulder—a large locust 
Now fully airborne, heading I think, for the sun. 






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