The moon peering in above the fence,
through yellow lined window
is encircled by a rainbow halo.
moth, inside scares me, flickering sadly, like a dim light
Little flittaby, I chase with airy fingertips
Milk wings show
I am always good at catching; at least I am good for something.
Open the busted screen door
It says 'hello' with rusty hinges
hold bare delicate palms,splotched with red-
I let go and watch it fly
beneath the holding moon.
