Royalty

Motionless she lay
Face down
In the muddy road
Near a puddle.
As the dog approached,
She righted herself,
Stretched,
Lifted her orange-and-black
Stained-glass-window wings
And took flight:
One more immigrant
Who had managed to cross
The Mexican border
Unscathed.

6/8/2017

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