Jenny Kalahar Poems
- A Butterfly In Neon Gas a butterfly in neon gas flashing ...
- After A Funeral I missed it all The whole darned thing is ...
- Questions Before Afterlife In afterlife will I see the ...
- Swayed -new- Swinging in darkness in a house suspended by unseen ...
- I've Done A Hard Thing Now she's gone where I won't follow ...
- The Carpet Fitter Into a strange house, office apartment I ...
- Bird A powdery pale friend of my mother's sagging stockings ...
Indiana poet and novelist. President of the Youth Poetry Society of Indiana. Publisher for the Poetry Society of Indiana.2 x nominated for a Pushcart Prize in poetry. Humor columnist for Tails Magazine. Used and rare bookseller. Leader of Last Stanza Poetry Association. Published in journals. Fan of all animals. Wife and cat/dog mama. Silly person. more »
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A Butterfly In Neon Gas
a butterfly in neon gas
flashing candied colors
breathing that which
exhaling that which
makes him light and glow and nearly dead
and exploding in slow motion
and grabbing glory
and flying higher for a moment
trapped in glass in dome in hand
yet freer than any other
a Japanese symbol of his former self
a haiku version of biography in flight
a mass of molecules unlike the night
he glows until the sun outshines him
when he'll light his own short path to heaven