Kenneth McClane
English
For my Mother and Father
See how the monarch butterfly
such a slight sliver of paper
ups and turns and ups:
How he seems so
oblivious to the steep staggerings of buildings
and the ruinous lights of the brook:
3000 miles to go
and wings so light
with going.
wild corn does a yellow dance
for the crow
flying to be
there when
the river lights, and the insects
steady as jazz
finger the swing vines
down.
Kenneth A. McClane Jr.
English
“McClaine’s new collection of essays, Color: Essays on Race, Family, and History, is Forthcoming.”