by Kevin T McEneaney Poems resemble winding caterpillars plunging through high grass in unknown pastures where they encounter prickly obstacles that stimulates their growth to be transformed into a butterfly that will flutter in sunlight over myriad landscapes on their way to ancestral commune. * Like butterflies, poems must fly and migrate to strange, secret places of origin, while they flutter in the rhythms of winds where they confront formid…
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