Swallowtail Artistry   1 comment

Swallowtail Butterfly — Photo-Artistry by kenne

You pull over to the shoulder
          of the two-lane
road and sit for a moment wondering
          where you are going
in such a hurry. The valley is burned
          out, the oaks
dream day and night of rain
          which never comes.
At noon or just before noon
          the short shadows
are gray and hold what little
          life survives.
In the still heat the engine
          clicks, although
the real heat is hours ahead.
          You get out and step
cautiously over a low wire
          fence and begin
the climb up the yellowed hill.
          A hundred feet
ahead the trunks of two
          fallen oaks
rust: something passes over
          them, a lizard
perhaps or a trick of sight.
          The next tree
you pass is unfamiliar,
          the trunk dark,
as black as an olive’s; the low
          branches stab
out, gnarled and dull; a carob
          or a Joshua tree.
A sudden flaring up ahead,
          a black-winged
bird rises from nowhere,
          white patches
underneath it wings, and is gone.

— from Magpiety by Philip Levine

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  1. Thanks for sharing Kenne

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    Phil S ("Bulldog") Bentley

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