The Strange Moth

Louis Dudek
From:   The Surface of Time. Empyreal Press, 2000.

Last night, against the white wall, by the bed-post
     I saw a light-brown moth
angled like a broken umbrella,
               silently resting.
Not beautiful, not frightening,
     but very strange and original.
How he got into the house I cannot imagine,
          but I left him there­­

no doubt he had come to die

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