untitled (by Sarah Breisch)

-Sarah Breisch-

Shower-curtain curtains. The early light soaks through,
sea-foam green, the color of the wings of the luna moth,
wings found broken underneath the streetlight
when the night had passed.

Oh New Hampshire,
let not your dawn find me so broken
after this night of hard beating
against the brightness of what I seek.

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