Moths, Flame
moths come
to the smoldering ruins
searching the ashes
for loved ones
Ash drifts into the air
like stark remains
of dried ghosts
frail and hopeless
When the ashes land
they do not break but
vanish in poofs
like powdered birds
stomped on
by the wind’s foot
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from my manuscript-in-progress, "inheritance"
"Moths, Flame" was first published in New Mexico Review
©dah / dahlusion 2018 all rights reserved
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