Dodging Swallowtails

haiku and text by Kristen Lindquist

Route 52 was a corridor of butterflies today–all along Megunticook Lake, swallowtails rose up before my car, then fluttered away in my wake. My car felt like a large, unwieldy instrument of destruction around such fragile bits of life.

Between lake, mountain
I try to dodge butterflies
in my monstrous car.