Saturday, October 6, 2018

Moth Tongue

Flick - of battered salt wing.
Mouth curved open in the waning -
                                     in the waning -
This dust, gathering on palm,
Frond of bone plated moon.
Scattering of smoke - wisp -
As street lamp gorges,
       Snipping moths, tongues
Splayed like sunset.

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