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THE MOTH
I hold the moth
In cupped hands
Saved from incineration
By the siren light
In our kitchen,
The moth flown in
From the outside
Enticed
By its bright allure.
What to do ?
He’ll only come back.
Hands released
Through an open window
Into the ink jet darkness
Saved to feed
A night bird on the wing
Carried
To a brood of open beaks
A link
In the greater cycle.
I close the window,
AERONWY THOMAS
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