brown bark moth
Moth Wrought Coffee
Slightly sad third pre-dawn song
figuring moth coffee mythology done
but glad for no more death.
Then tried to pick up piece
dark brown bark from kitchen counter
which fluttered its wings
said sorry moth
and let it be
still there
alive.
Filled black cup with water
poured in cowboy coffee pan
picked up my white cup
filled halfway before seeing
small beige moth struggling to live
so poured into drain strain.
No movement
sorry dead moth not walking
dumped into dry garbage
in case it rose again.
Three coffee mornings, four dead moths.
Makes me wonder
how many dead moths per pound of coffee?
– Smith, 8.5.2016
