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Anne Yohn

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Moth
 

A winged sunset flutters, drawn
toward the lamp behind me.

Addled by errant desire
it bumps my knee,
leaves a smudge of moonlight.

Recovering, the moth drunkenly swoons toward the glow
again
heavy-winged and awkward,
a novice angel.

Now stained glass before the light
it feather-drums the lampshade,

insistent

delirious with longing. 
  
 

 

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