Born in Mexico,
the monarchs
twist on a road
ingrained.
A memory born
and burnt
indelibly into
a black and orange
patterned mind.
Twirling through Tucson,
past the mission
of San Xavier
they know the path.
I, the monarch.
You, the path.
Always we twist in unison.
The Monarch's Road
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