POETRY -
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Transformation
by Kathy Gillbert
I had a visitor today
leafing on the crookneck squash. Still, open, resting on green then closing like an arrow with insect leg fletching to guide its locomotion. As a caterpillar it might molt up to five times before pupating. When I was a girl of seven or eight my friend who lived on the corner, Barbara, a year or two older, fatherless, with a mangle for laundry and morning glories on a trellis taught me to catch butterflies, remove their guts press them lifeless between book pages. Something in us wanted to be cruel and to preserve beauty to capture it forever. |
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