A moth on my heart

Something on the radio

Stopped me in my tracks

I’ve known

The anxiety

Of butterflies

Smiles at the

Old gull joke

But a moth

On her heart

“It put a moth on my heart” she said

And I had to repeat it in my head

Lest I forget before I could set

It down

And I thought of times

A moth had settled

With fluttered wings

In my eye frame

A soft drama

Of expectation

The lightness

Pausing breath

Then launching

Old gull joke.

Doctor, Doctor, I I’ve had a gull in my tummy.

Do you mean ‘Butterflies’?

No, I had a nasty tern!

Apologies.

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