still the ruffled wing
silk scarf of wind slips
through itself unknotting
let gray the fallen sycamore
let loose the black-bright bursts
of vines that advertise
their own demise honey sweet
the sun's haze strung
like fairy lights with midge and gnat
suspended in a shaft and settle
the butterfly leaves.
(c) 2013, by Hannah Six
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