“winter moth”

think of the winter moth
hatching out from frost.
does it flutter fast
in its porch light dance
or does it flatten
against the warm front door?

when you imagine for me,
the winter moth,
is it white?
is it brown?
is it gray?
is it beige?

when you imagine for me,
the winter moth,
does it fly out
from a box of Apple Jacks?
does it stain your palm
when you clap at it
flapping before your face?
when you imagine for me,
the winter moth,
does it live or does it die?

narrative poem written on 11-11-2016 by: on mattkane.com
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