I still have this one once loved saved on a napkin and spotted with candlewax from the sixties:
Why does the moth
meandering upon the lake?
Is the dappled curtain so intriguing
as to blind him to the lurking shapes below?
Away, little moth,
to the leaves and in the fields,
safely there.
Thanks to MC
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