in a waiting-room
half-open door
ghosts discuss what they'd been waiting for
there's a heap of well-thumbed magazines
and inconsequential they might have been
except for this.......
Letter to a butterfly
October edition 'Butterfly Gazette'.
'how many wingbeats did it take
to cross that pyramid of light
did you put in an extra one
high-up slantwise before you'd gone
now I'm only clown-face in your mirror
soon to fade
could you reserve me a place as an extra
in the Grande Parade?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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