A gypsy moth mistakes
the incandescence
from a bulb
in the porch ceiling
as a sextant moon.
I watch from the rocker
sipping liquor from a jar
in the inescapable heat
sympathizing...
A gypsy moth mistakes
the incandescence
from a bulb
in the porch ceiling
as a sextant moon.
I watch from the rocker
sipping liquor from a jar
in the inescapable heat
sympathizing...
