Moth Lessons

Written for The Mag #236

moths

Do you see what happened to George?
He is a husk of his former self,
because he could not resist
a suntan. Look at yourself,
Goldie, already your antennae
are shrinking. I’ll be outdoors
in the dark if you change your mind.

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About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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2 Responses to Moth Lessons

  1. whimsygizmo says:

    🙂 Love this, Sara. I have often thought it of worms, drying on the sidewalk. When will they learn from their crispy comrades? 😉

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