Wednesday, August 29, 2018

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.


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