Butterfly Beach
So, this is where butterflies go to die.
Atop this burning ochre beach,
Amidst the palomino stones
party streamers and chinook bones.
Chrysalis flutes swaying
beyond dunes, blue and gray
under a plush velvet shroud.
They fold their powdery dreams.
Awaiting the pallbearer tide
toting emerald caskets, silver lined.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2013
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