Monarch

Abigail Edgerly

There are monarch butterflies

Squished in the grill of your moms truck

From hours of restless driving down old roads

Through the fields of corn

Giving way to wheat

Field of gold after field of gold

And the cool western wind blowing through hair

As night falls and a wolf howls somewhere in the distant hills

A peace falls over the land

And you and me fall into each other

Squishing into one like the butterflies and the grill

Of your moms old pick up truck

Abigail Edgerly is a junior History major with a minor in Psychology from Massachusetts. In addition, she is vice president of Lucubrations, the on-campus poetry club, has previously done research within the History department, and is a member of both PsiChi and Phi Alpha Theta honor societies. Abbi spends her free time reading and gathering inspiration for more of her own writing.