Charles Hansmann: COCOON

This caterpillar’s hibernaculum is flawed, frost invaded. No butterfly or moth

bums an insulated ride. The metal playground slide conducts

the chill the children (summertime) find so thrilling, in winter sled the hill –

my woolen mitten frozen to the ladder rail.

by Charles Hansmann

Sea Cliff, New York

first published, in an earlier version, in Chrysanthemum, V1, N2, October 2007