Poem: Oh, monarch

 Oh, monarch

Cut grass underfoot

 

Naked in the backyard as a kid

 

Garden hose offers relief from the summer heat

 

And hidden

 

In the oleander

 

A chrysalis

 

Metamorphosis

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