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L O C A L WA R M I N G & E A R LY A U T U M N B U T T E R F L I E S —to drag people into glittering occupations . . . Kenneth Patchen The immortals won’t leave us stranded; they allow us to think of them. Another foggy morning, clear by noon, by noun. In town, small businesses close for good [from ghedh, to unite] while over the low lichen flutter the veined white & California sister. The names go off on their own & now the names are learning to read the names. Warm dawn, shelf of color: when my love calls out, we also flutter. i place my body between him & the dream. The great dead gather the new apples. Once we flew paper; now we read the green tablets with our fingers. Vanessa atalanta—fire over sage; names don’t need us, down-dilly-down; the children are learning to write the names— Checkerspot, dogface, dots & feelers— what will we do with the pain of the age? Please stop calling it history, mister. Some of these creatures live only one day. √√, dot-dot, dots & feelers— we lift our resentment from you, Senator, to glamour the invented page— 6 4 ...

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