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They hang in Santa Cruz by the hundreds of thousands, shingled over each other like dead leaves high in the eucalyptus grove, unable to move below fifty degrees, but getting here from everywhere west of the Rockies in time to winter out the cold.
About this book
Poetry which meditates on life. In one poem she writes, "Maybe the A. I. guys are right. We're / nothing more than bodies--love and / grief mere combinations / of 'yes' and 'no' taken to exponential powers. / Nothing more to understand than that."
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PoetryButterfliesNatureMonarch butterfly
First published 1997About the author
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