brownwing moth

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by: Artemis Robison
uploaded: 02/18/2013
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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