You capture the luna moth
resting against the sliding glass door
of your condominium.
You carefully slide your thumb
over the wings:
the left, then the right.
Then you rub the luminous jade
dust over your eyelids:
the left, then the right.
Then you release him,
after which he alights again upon the glass door,
unaware of his loss
and of the vanity
of mankind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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