Sunday, September 20, 2015

Inkblots—The Opposite

We are butterfly
Here on edge.
There 
Inside the
Exhaust pipe,

Of blackest '41 Imperial,
We flutter, waxy, inside
The thick carbon
Monoxide.
Xerces Blue,
The scientific
Name of smoked
And fully shriveled

Chitin—blue
With richest splotches of ebon—flush
Against the pavement.  Under tires, we're under
Feet:
We're
Ink-
Blots—
The
Opposite.

At last we've become
Poetry.

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