GRANDMAN ARIZONA
(Lepidopterist)
I've got three butterflies right where I found them -
clenched like the hat of a pin, or pinned like the
clench of a hat, or something to that effect. I am
strong and Nabakovian in my butterfly habits -
net and capture, collect and pin. That makes me
something, a name I can't forget. No matter now.
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To some such flagellation I will leave my imagination.
The burrowed sky is so blue, and filled with things
in flight - the comings and the goings of a widely
grazed Nature, a place of Love and Habit, a circling
circle of a never-ending gloom and doom. If Mankind
kills the world, He will have destroyed, as well Himself.
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