Swallowtails

Here they are, certain as planets,
two lemon, one copper on a spiked
branch of mock orange. Wings
tilt, citrus light through leaded
glass, painted eye smooth.
Soul’s laughter long away returned.
The scent of wind spins a summer
hour open to orbit.

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