A Moth
written by: S. Thomas Summers
@SummersPoet
It has slipped, like a whisper,
through the open window,
waltzed about the room,
knitting its flight to the air
above the squat candles,
the open book rich with memory:
treasured acorns hoarded in paper bags,
lullabies hemmed to the breath
of sleeping children.
It will find its peace
on the white curtain
or on a tulip stem
resting in its vase
where its wings will flutter,
spark like a drop of rain
against a cold stone,
as I fill my lungs
with morning’s quiet.
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