A single cream-colored moth
kissed blue tapestry,
and it rippled the night
like the sky
wished to avoid
intimacy
with the stars.
Gold petals fluttered in the air,
flickering and dying out
like phoenixes with fairy wings.
My car interrupted the picture,
purring along to the vibrations
both outside and in,
and you were pressed against
the passenger glass,
talking on the phone,
thinking about someone else-
making me daydream at night
of all the beautiful things
too used to being ignored.
