Poetry for Tangled Women.
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October 3, 2012
First Day of Autumn.
Today is the day the butterflies will die.
They fly slow,
Yellow swallowtails,
Circling,
A rare time when they land airily on children's fingers,
And the children squeal: delighted,
Because they don't know.
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