Small Moth Poem by Sarah Lindsay

Small Moth



She's slicing ripe white peaches
into the Tony the Tiger bowl
and dropping slivers for the dog
poised vibrating by her foot to stop their fall
when she spots it, camouflaged,
a glimmer and then full on—
happiness, plashing blunt soft wings
inside her as if it wants
to escape again.

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Sarah Lindsay

Sarah Lindsay

Iowa / United States
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