Allan Peterson
INSTEAD OF THE USUAL
Some of my favorite authors are the moths.
Doris Tiger, apparently rare,
who wrote worms among lettuce. Tersa Sphinx,
feeding on star clusters,
common to abundant in the South
and favoring light's fictions. But especially Io,
one of the silks,
whose most moving work was writing its future
on the hand of Ruth Gonzalez
by signing her wrist with eggs, instead of the usual
birches and clovers,
the literal gold wings moving, cover to cover.
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