Today's poem is by Louise Mathias
Desire Path
The butterflies pull, oblivious
to where I wasn't willing.Wandering death-bird,
diminutive echoof whence we had been gentle.
There was love, I'll give you thatbeneath the grass that seethed
an endless, viceroy affliction.Now men design machines
that render loveas obsoleteunless
we won't believe it. Takemy hand. What would you do with me
in the unimagined prairie?
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