The Moth Poem by Justin Tallman

The Moth



Nocturnal
flapping powdery wings
flying beneath
the midnight

Alone
counting stars
after running out of sheep
The metamorphosis
of thoughts
into dreams

Here
socializing
with I
in this conversation
I get reacquainted
with my soul

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This was inspired by the strange presence of a moth in my house.
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