Charles Rafferty The radiance of stars is perfect for looking inward at that which has always been waiting, like a moth that cannot fly except in a light like this. It stutters up my throat. It holds onto my lip with legs as fine as pins. The powder of its wings comes o on my teeth. And then a batting at the air, a relief to learn it flies. I mark its progress by the way it darkens one star at a time.
Prairie Schooner – University of Nebraska Press
Published: Jul 21, 2013