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A Moth, a Porch Light, Alone In An Open Window---

A MOTH, A PORCH LIGHT, ALONE IN AN OPEN WINDOW--- Owning up to his shortfalls may be his most difficult task. Tomorrow mirrors that reflection. In thought, he begins his introspection. Standing looking out the open window, a moth distracted his attention. He turned on the porch light thinking about how he was always alone. He did not know why he kept the window open all night. His analysis found he feared the unknown. “May I concentrate in a philosophical mode? Winter is coming fast and I do not want to be out in the rigid cold. Sometimes I wonder why my mind has grown old.” Larry had been a recluse for the last ten (10) years or so. He was a nature walker and he wrote poems. He was an electrician by trade and skilled in masonry. He had designed beautiful architect. His hands provided him an inventor’s intelligence. However, Larry was always down. He did not see the open window he looked out. He felt that the doors had closed. That he had lost his stance in the world. Therefore, he caught moths in a jar and watched them wanting freedom to fly. As he stood on the porch alone, a spirit appeared standing in his open window. The moths were attracted to the light. He fanned a moth away from his eyes. Therein, he felt his eyes were deceiving him; therefore, he looks toward the open window once again. A noise he hears. He wakes up wet. His night fever was on. He was a pallor of fits. His sleeping had embraced his condition and the clatter had awaken him within. His demented state of being demeaned. He reminisced. He ruminated the moth while standing under his porch light alone but in his open window stood a pack of coyotes. |_________________________________________________________________| Penned on November 01, 2014!