Thursday, November 29, 2018

Lizz Murphy Poem 379 Skylines 6 (after Michele Elliot # 35)




I ask the stars is there ever a right moment no good asking the moon it just questions the tides The moths are waking They leave the cool of cave take to the night skies travel the migratory route Lay their eggs Die The pupae hatch navigate the same path to the Alps gather in the billions cavern cavity crevice On the way they may divert block the light


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