APOCHRYPHA
Without biblical imagery
A desiccated oak leaf
Swivels on its stem,
Stuck in a sunlit sheet of snow
Tracing a wheel within a wheel
With the points of its tips,
And comes to rest
Fixed like a sundial,
Shadow frozen
Upon the face of time
THE BUTTERFLY GARDEN I dug a recess in the Earth, Just big enough to bury there A bucketful of stony dirt, And poured in it ...
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