Extinction is what I am thinking
Whenever a Monarch appears
Dipping over the goldenrod
And landing
Freeze-framing its orange beauty
Extinction is what I am thinking
When I worry
That the last poem I wrote
Was the last poem I will ever write
Freeze-framing its orange beauty
Extinction is what I am thinking
When I have to go to work
But I don't want to go to work
I just want to freeze-frame the orange beauty
That I last saw dipping over the goldenrod