Queen Butterfly On Palmleaf Mistflower — Image by kenne
Every young plant springing
into heavy air,
one’s self up, out
from the core
as if earth’s got
too hot
for anyone to tough
too much;
much as the much-sung lark
climbs higher,
outsinging where
branches spread and flare
like ravelled wire-
ends or one’s hair
in an electric charge might
upstand, lift, as some
wire prancer’s parasol
might parachute and drift
you gentle down to ground
once more.
— from Summer Sequence by W. D. Snodgrass
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