brownwing moth

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by: Artemis Robison
uploaded: 02/18/2013
notes:
 from my poem 'new years day'

brownwing moth
spins circles on the ground
broken compass
gasping for flight
flits from brick to sidewalk crack
feathered body tremble erratic
schizophrenic motion
input overload

creeping morning sun
trips over concrete
spills everywhere
night is softer
flame an anchor
now they crowd from all directions
beacons drowning

i want to scoop and carry her
to a cool shady place
not the green of rubbish bins
but of growing living things

kneeling
i reach out a hand
toward her frantic flutter
she don't come near
i wont intrude
she is perfect in her spinning  
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