Moth

        by Marc Pollitt

Words--shadows on paper--breathe
and dance with proud intent and
fire focused by solitude when
given life under a lamp's soft glow or
the cold glare of a naked bulb.

Night--the quiet time--hears
keystrokes stutter and mimic
the relentless pace of a moth
striking a window in its quest
to find an unextinguished sun.

 

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