Welcome to My life in the shadows



 
ON CITY STREETS
 
On this morning’s walk
I came upon a dying Monarch
Her wings, though scarred,
Shimmered orange on black
And I thought how sad this life.
 
As I held her
Softly in my hands
Watching her struggle for freedom,
Even at death her cost
As weak as she was,
And as much as knew she could not
I gently tossed her to the wind
Then watched in horror
As she spiraled back down
To perma-ground.
 
I felt as though it was I
Who killed her.
I thought
There should have been something
I could have done
To save her,
As a few ants began tugging
At her wings.
Then I thought
It’s always the same
And I stepped
On them all
And went on my way.
 
Summer 1961
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uTAH jAY


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