"People who daily expect to encounter fabulous realities run smack into them again and again. They keep their minds open for their eyes." (Ken Macrorie)
Sunday, May 22, 2011
The Dance of Death
On my deck, the tattered wings of the red-spotted purple scissored jerkily saying I'm alive, a lie slowly revealed, when like a curtain, one hindwing shifted on the shoulders of ants.
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