The This

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Apr 23
1 min read

Terri McCord

The trash

like the diamonds

of kite tails

lining the ditches

between asphalt and mulch

The light that spills

out like spears

The monarchs that have

flown

just to you

all the way through

from China

to show you

how close everything is.

How short their journey was.

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