Moths Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Moths



Swoop in upon the fire..
hot..wings bridge the air.
To say why dance it is thus.
Still moths.. will never talk at..
Petaled leaves is to hide them....
When touch suns hot mask..
bowls of cotton winds..flutter..
Moth legs..no longer can carry..
It's fire underneath..the flower...

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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