Listing a Moth
I found her moth in the back-lit room
before city sounds and olive branches
came to me in a dream;
water on the wall reminds me of sleeping
and summer never held me in her place.
I've been passing for a waste of time
for the seasons are all blurred,
and this one, most obscured,
has me walking for the last time.
The first time I called out for her
laced a belt around my breath
and underneath my back were round pillows
of a stranger's business couch -
written-off for calmer degrees at my loss.
I found another red hair in my carry-on
and you were somewhere in the northwest,
listing and revolving.