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A Cold Day in Paradise
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The Hudson Review
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July 1, 2008
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at the butterfly house
At the gate of Eden we stood, wanting back in.
A scruffy seraph stuffed our money into the pocket
of his frayed jeans. "Don't let them out," he said.
Was that the gasp of a lost soul I heard
as another door closed behind us?
A piece of stained glass flickered by, and then
a moth more secular, its wings clear as windows.
Another turned to tree bark when it landed.
A velvet eyespot stared at me until I blinked.
What could be read in that iridescent dust?
As if, in a book of devotions, the years
had robbed the miniature for December
of everything ...