White Teeth

After Ann Verdi


 

And the butterfly wings
that fleck the fox’s teeth
reassemble
delicately.

In paper flutter,
a body remembers its warmth,
disappears
into milk skin flight,

momentarily
caught
in sunlight.

Momentarily
caught
in sunlight,

a leaf returns to its tree.
The fox remains
quiet
as color in winter

and butterfly wings
fleck its teeth.

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