Sultry the day
dark in the underbelly
ancient paved with
shards of colored tiles
in a white shade you
plum-taut and pale
one arm outstretched
always will you wait
there I but a step away
later no matter
how slow we drove
lavender hills rose and
fell beneath us dozens
of butterflies dove into
our grille committed
like you to a swift
and sovereign demise
(c) 2019, by Hannah Six
Image: Samuel (CC BY 2.0)
via Wikimedia Commons
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