November Moth

There’s another way to live,
a different outcome.

Stage a sodden ballet
every night
of the darkening month.

Crawl up out of freezing earth
to spin gray and white
above the wet dead
leaves.

            Land pale kisses
on the surface of everything.

Engage in an all-out romance
with porch lights 
and windows, asters
and ivy:
             all things
living, non-living and dying:
            
Stash your eggs
                        in the crevice
of a parallel 
world.

South Florida Poetry Journal, Issue 4, Feb. 2017


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