moth and the firefly
By Madeleine Bassett-Chan
these insubstantial wings open and close like the petals
of a silvered tulip,
velveteen in the dark and half as permanent. a kind of fragile mourning is
pulsing arterial in the firefly’s light,
and in the liquid depth of the moth’s eye
luminous drumbeats invite a martyr’s eclipse
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