Coasting down Pickett Peak Grade
Something flashed across the windshield
Blew in the open window
To crawl on my bare leg.
It flexed its wings,
An iridescent blue moth!
Carefully I coaxed it
Onto my open palm
-narrowly averting disaster
on the curves-
And whisked it back
Into the onrushing air
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
:) Been there... trying to coax some flying menace back into the rush of air... great job!