Communion



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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Jacqueline