Laptops attract gnats at night
if the window is left open.
Once a moth entered,
like a cat burglar, but I caught it
dancing around my screen,
vying desperately for my attention,
or maybe, just wanting to
go through the illuminated pixels
to the daylight of tomorrow.
Maybe the moth wanted
to be the subject of this poem
that was supposed to be
about my mother,
It’s Mother’s Day after all.
But I can’t write something
that really captures my love
like Billy’s Lanyard did.
No, I am not about to detail
all of the perfections that she is.
That, of course, would take
volumes–and who has space
in the day of Marie Kondo
for volumes of anything,
even my thoughts of my mother
or our trips to see the world?
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