Monarch Chronicles

"Among the saplings, a path revealed at dawn,
long grass blades wet from night mist."
   – Li He, "Thirteen South Garden Poems









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Flat bed trucks pass the field at Zurfluh Road.
Wheels dust the field thistle that line the ditch,
a hundred colors but a blur and a long streak –
corn on the other side must be rich if green.
As I Pollard Walk through the transect
of the middle of the field I find the world again.
Bumble bee nibbling at Queen Anne's Lace.
Antenna so precise I could sense a molecule.