ghost of june, i will always
find you everywhere —
in the madrigal of anastasia lilies;
the curled crinoline of blue hesper
palms spread beneath the wilting
foreheads of sleepy highways
their tailbone tapering
into a sheet of dust;
in the shadows that junipers tattoo
over the silver brocade of rivers
where the mariposas gather
to make archangels from cold ash
— Scherezade Siobhan
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