Torturing Butterflies
BY BRAD GREEN
Am I the only one
that’s tortured butterflies?
that’s tortured butterflies?
Surely others have snapped
hard fists at the flutter
and crushed that humming color
in palms, or caught
them in a net’s billowy
slumber, sweeping paths
over a shaken branch.
hard fists at the flutter
and crushed that humming color
in palms, or caught
them in a net’s billowy
slumber, sweeping paths
over a shaken branch.
It’s like you’ve captured
light or hope, some fleeting
thing so rare it’s worth
the terror of the taking.
light or hope, some fleeting
thing so rare it’s worth
the terror of the taking.
Never once did I think
of loosening the knot
of the net and freeing
the flood. Never once.
of loosening the knot
of the net and freeing
the flood. Never once.
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