like the moth knows
the flame is warm
but deadly
and proximity
is everything
but the moth
was not made
for delicacy
it flits recklessly
unafraid
carelessly we
tumble unaware
that the wind
may dash us
on the rocks
our powdery wings
obliterated freckle
the moss with
the only thing
that really matters
bhagiti 8.21.07 perrysburg, oh
