Is the moth a portent?
Something is about to go down . . .
As big as a starling
Wings, silent as stars
Midnight orbits the day, incubates the veins, the hour's end . . .
The moth rests on the portrait of Cimabue.
Another omen?
If a moth is the third dark omen
Your melanoma is the first
Your stent, the second.
Fourth?
You say we all have to die of something.
Not just yet.
I open and wedge the screen door
switch on the porch light
turn my bed lamp off . . .
The third dark omen flies to freedom
orbits the moon
A conversation in poetry involves a bunch of poets and fellow travellers (e.g. painters, photographers, translators) in an informal conversation taking the form of the work itself; that is, people respond in kind to each other’s creative efforts.
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