Moth Calls

Sitting at my desk. Something beige batting against the screen on the open window. 
A moth.
Trying to get in. I don't know why. You are free to fly.
I wait my turn.
Vaccines are on the march in March.

One thought on “Moth Calls

  1. It will feel wonderful to be free this summer. At least to some degree. To spread our wings, to fly, to flutter in the light. Maybe even sing. Your poem gives me hope.

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