To the Monarch Butterfly Grove

the full moon playing hide and seek with the clouds

the moon in the clouds as smoke rises to the sky rain after wildfires

rainy and smoky here in Malibu Canyon a cold, wet ashtray

cold by the ocean early in the gray morning then my nephew smiles!

my nephew walks down the path to the butterflies and sees the first one!

eucalyptus trees with monarchs on their long leaves hopeful fluttering

hope shines in your wings but there are so few of you where are the monarchs?

monarch butterfly population cut in half lost in migration

lost in my sorrow at the thought of losing you come back, butterflies! planted to save your life las mariposas mariposas speak: listen before it’s too late or we will perish

Thanksgiving come, milkweed and nectar

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