Moth Light

A moth touched my arm lightly
just now
as it fluttered past
like a poem but weightless,
without thought or feeling, just
a fleeting moment
of what the world could be like
if you would remember
the key needed to decrypt
this dancing flash of wings
and find again the promise
that, if you keep searching
for everything beautiful,
you will eventually
become it.

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