Swallowtail by Gloria Monaghan
. Swallowtail . The blue butterfly emerges along the path in the dunes low to the ground near Queen Anne’s lace: polyxenes, swallowtail whatever name you call her, she is like the dust on your ankle in the heat of July. . An early slipper moon, Venus each one present in the other’s view. Years … Continue reading Swallowtail by Gloria Monaghan
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