When sunlight
shines inward upon itself
banking its embers
and scattering a flicker of sparks
across the city
burnishing
cathedral spires
discarded hubcaps
and garret windowglass,
moths arise,
untent their stealth wings
and breeze together
in a fluttering hover of
reverence
to kiss the sun’s flame
with blushing proboscis
tasting the nectar of everlasting life.
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