Ensnared

in a light
cloth

of ancient
sunshine
a moth

flowers
the screen,
riding

the hustle
of dawn

and shadow
that smoke

across
the screen
like the gas fire

of a refinery,
in a light
cloth

of ancient
sunshine.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Photo: Doreen Dee