Susan.  Sixty-Four.


Butterfly Girl

 I still have the one you gave me.
often broken, just as frequently repaired
I still wear it in my hair"

ceramic butterfly selected by the girl whose face
was china, and who might have come from China
- her feet mysteried in planetary boots

beneath long skirts not clean enough
 for Texas high school; so exotically upholstered
in that winged cocoon of cape:

our first untanned Californian.


Copyright 1983, 2011 Katherine Anne Harris



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