In the Museum of Lost Wings

–A poem by Diane LeBlanc

 

A single thorax mold preserves a mayfly’s chance

to abandon light and lose the swarm

for the sink and pull of belly-cooling mud,

to sit in stillness while the species mates,

vestigial mouth and guts fat with air, barely there

then gone to wing-glint and imprint.

 

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