Saturday, September 19, 2009

Small Moth by Sarah Lindsay


She's slicing ripe white peaches
into the Tony the Tiger bowl
and dropping slivers for the dog
poised vibrating by her foot to stop their fall
when she spots it, camouflaged,
a glimmer and then full on-
happiness, plashing blunt soft wings
inside her as if it wants
to escape again.

From Twigs and Knucklebones, Copper Canyon Press

No, "plashing" wasn't a typo....need a word? Make one up! It fits.

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