What you’ve been told is factual.
That’s where the moths of the earth agglomerate;
don’t guesstimate how many.
Picture eggwads, bloodshot and pulsing,
and pretty orange silkwings flaking to gray powder.
Found at the trailside:
and as you go higher,
And as you go higher,
the outline of your own hand among them.
About the author
Kate Bernadette Benedict has traveled a great deal...around New York City. She has dipped a toe into France and England and gone total immersion…Read the full bio
Issue 19 · December 2013
Table of contents
- From the editors
- Postcard Prose