A Poem By A Non-poet

Last night there was a moth at the window

Beating its wing as the photons from the bathroom light washed over it
trying always to propel itself through the glass to approach the source of that wonderful energy

like the moth I flail fruitlessly
like a moth, fruitlessly flailing.

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3 Responses to A Poem By A Non-poet

  1. Dallas Smith says:

    Nice George!

    Did you see my recent travel blogs? Now posted at http://www.mazerandsmith.com

  2. George says:

    thanks for calling my attention to them. the world is so large. your blogs always remind me.

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