A short, fun poem about an adventurous moth! Written in a poetry workshop in high school.


Well past sunset

wanders a moth

racing mid-air

on his invisible roller coaster 

he spirals frantically

to escape the abyss

the darkness of night

closer yet further

to a singular light

he flaps out of control

until suddenly

He smacks into full brilliance


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