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The porch light flickers.
A moth circles once, twice more,
then rests on the glass.
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shallon gregerson
I conspire, create and love making my mind think
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Comments (2)
Your haiku has a taste of finality (a moth burned by a flame). That creates a doomed atmosphere. It’s so lively and eloquent. Love it!
Love the simplicity and elegance of this.