The Butterfly Conservatory and Her The flapping of her wings, minor disquietings Of heart, heart When touched succumbs, wing-first   Deerfield Academy and You Maybe any tranquil object will eventually attract Desire to itself, at least the desire for impetus, your heart beating brazenly Gives it all away, you’ll not be unmoved On the bench sitting…

Eyes the colors of heartsease and the soft Light of the spirit world An osculating smile lifts up Into his unusual life pools Colors pass through these September eyes A lamp of patchouli and bronze Veined in marigold tamarind Those eyes are like cinnamon and warm coals And honey of syrup from some fruit and…