MOTH.

MOTH

The moth is fluttering

in the cold river.

She tries to swim upriver

but she can't quite make it.

All in all, she is a fighter.

All in all, she does not move

into a dark web.

Some things are better left

without words to mourn them;

the bread is better left in the

bread box.

I have found that sandwiches

taste better when they are not

moldy and bitter,

and things go from the inside

to the outside.

In my mind, the river flows

backwards;

just like bloodflow.

The system moves and changes

and bends,

and the water always flows.