This poem is taken from Stand 238, 21(2) June - August 2023.

Jonathan Greenhause Slipping Off the Redwood’s Crown
You’re a gilded chalice crafted from fool’s gold,
the remembered cold

stuck in Decembers ceded to Global Warming,
an iridescent swarm

of butterflies pasted to the grill of a barbeque
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