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The Butterfly Collection
In this room I keep my butterfly collection
Under glass, neatly labeled, in cases. Their wings are spread,
But they cannot fly. They are dead and pinned in place.
I searched diligently for each one.
Look at the Purple Emperor. It’s brown,
except when light hits it at the right angle.
This one over here is the Common Blue.
It’s common and it’s blue, but you knew that already.
I sewed it together from pieces of the summer sky.
This is the Green Hairstreak. It’s not actually green.
The color is an illusion of light. Don’t ask me about the Hairstreak part.
I do my best with the labels, but it’s trickier than you think.
Five rows of three in each case, and I’ve dozens.
Pinpricks callus my fingers, and I know now you can’t catch a butterfly
Without killing it. I’d give it up except for the thrill of the hunt.