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WORDS FROM A ROOK

(After S. Plath's "Rook in Rainy Weather")

Your black words break
bold as Monarchs,
a slurry of bitter meat
complete as a butterfly's wings
whisper to leaves out of season.
I am happy to breathe here.
And here, aflutter,
the hard knife of the sun.

      — Mark T. Curry