Moth
MOTH
silly little things,
with nighttime wings,
corrupting
wool clothes.
audacity to land
on my screen door.
but this poet
finds one,
passed out
on the floor.
wants to examine
its wings.
where she would
have thrown, this
miniscule plane out,
without
a second thought.
pressing
it into pages,
two flighty wings.
antennas that feel,
a great deal, of
silly little things.
8/11/2017
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