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Archangel

Archangel

Butterfly of origin,
	chief of wayward fate,

say you’ll share with me the milkweed, 
	and take me into the kingdom of the hummingbirds. 

Whisper in my ear hints of death;
	roosting in the California cypresses

				could you remember the thousand and one eyes on your wings?

Paper-mache orange
	a little girl making legends 

				out of jicama and mandarins. 
					Wandering tigers, lay down your heads. 

Rest from the transits 
in this life and the next. 

		Make this night for storytelling. The sun compass will soon turn.