Moth
A moth circled the light
over and over
and over again
before growing weary
and finding rest
on the back of my hand.
Without a single ounce
of warning
or the blessing of
explanation,
I started crying.
-Tyler Knott Gregson-
A moth circled the light
over and over
and over again
before growing weary
and finding rest
on the back of my hand.
Without a single ounce
of warning
or the blessing of
explanation,
I started crying.
-Tyler Knott Gregson-
Sounds like something I’d do.