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THE MOTHS

There's a kind of white moth, I don't know what kind, that glimmers
by mid-May
in the forest,
just as the pink moccasin flowers are rising.

If you notice anything,
it leads you to notice more
and more.

And anyway
I was so full of energy.
I was always running around, looking at this and that.

If I stopped
the pain was unbearable.

If I stopped and thought, maybe the world can't be saved,
the pain was unbearable.

#poetry