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The Italian Butterfly

The Butterfly

In Livorno, Italy, a place few tourists care
to visit, they spoke of the American girl;
I saw her once, she was tall and walked as
not quite there; in the evening her shadow
climbed up and over houses and the citizens
were saddened by her cosmic loneliness

It was a September afternoon, when light
has a sepia sheen, a butterfly came and sat
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