I blow on the body of the tiny moth
attached to my screen, watch its body
turn to talc; the night breeze ripples
and lifts the remains away. In my mind
is a soft gray stain.
Chagall 2019
I blow on the body of the tiny moth
attached to my screen, watch its body
turn to talc; the night breeze ripples
and lifts the remains away. In my mind
is a soft gray stain.
Chagall 2019