the omen of a stunned tiger swallowtail

a short list which will be the last list before these lists become poetry ghosts.
because i am tired of looking for interesting trash and because i buried a tiger swallowtail.
i am not sure he was dead. perhaps he was just stunned from a run-in with a car.
i picked him up off the pavement and put him in an empty lot among violets, forget-me-nots and daffodils.
i do not know whether he recovered or whether he died. and that is too much. that is the end of a project.

– the stub end of a piece of orange sidewalk chalk
– a tiny green fabric basket as for a small doll to carry
– a black wheel for a small toy car or truck

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