ART
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A POEM BY BETSY LITTRELL
Butterfly in the Window Every day, I hold my breath.
PHOTO BY KATIE KAROSICH OF HER SON REED IN CORONADO
In the windowsill, a stained glass butterfly. Catching light.
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Made by my son in a second-grade classroom, it looks different every time I wash dishes. Sometimes the red is garnet, other times pink. The yellow spreads on the white wall and late in the day, it shrinks. Like washing wool in hot water, I wither a little each August. He grows--up to my nose, and I blink and he’s a whole head above me. At the light of the day, he takes flight: undeclared major, unexplored town. Still, I see freckles on his face, eyes reflecting the light of a butterfly, and he moves a stray hair back in place.
CROWN CITY MAGAZINE
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FEBRUARY 2022
