Human
Nature
glasswing butterfly
I mark its spirals
and seek a certain release
in
its weightlessness
cellophane in silky flight
my son does not see
his cruel potential
it is just a bug
west
wind in summer
he tears wings with glee
my hands tremble in a breeze
too cold for August
Philip Andrew Lisi
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