Monarchs+Sharon+Olds

** the Monarchs are passing. Seven stories up, **
==== ** to the left of the river, they are making their way ** ====

** palms on me, your touch was so light, **
==== ** the delicate chapped scrape of an insect's leg ** ====

** in masses past my window, floating **
==== ** south to their transformation, crossing over ** ====

** cloud of them, my body under yours, **
==== ** the beauty and silence of the great migrations. ** ====