IN THE FINICKY LIGHTA Poem by Salvatore ButtaciA summer scene chances are we won't get to see or understand.
in the finicky light of a so-so afternoon a rabble of cream butterflies and a squadron of dark gnats, cross-flying in one another's air space, salt-and-pepper the straw head of a sleeping garden scarecrow. © 2008 Salvatore Buttaci |
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3 Reviews Added on July 8, 2008 AuthorSalvatore ButtaciPrinceton, West Virginia, WVAboutI live in West Virginia and have been writing and seeing my poems in print for the past fifty years. I also write short stories and articles for publications. In the early part of the new year 2010,.. more..Writing
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