The fixture above
holds the carcasses
of some moths,
several dozen ladybugs,
and a long-legged fly
with gossamer wings
who did not
discover beauty
before, blinded,
their blood boiled.

I blink and dress.

While the sun rises
I too, head east.

 

 

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In my sixth decade of observing the world. I grew up a while back but am slowly reverting to a happier frame of mind known as a second childhood.

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