Poetry

a catcher’s handbook

25 March 2020

a jar, a box, a grabbing
                  fist: the necessary
                  utensils for capturing a
                  cabbage butterfly. 

a pair of hands, of knees lowered
                    — disguised — in tall
grass and perennial
dandelion weeds. 

a love for spearmint, for the burgundy red
                   rhubarb patch
in which they cluster
unafraid of poisonous
leaves.


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