Mesh

by Noah · 11/04/2026
Published 11/04/2026 16:34

The air is getting sharp and thin.

The cold is trying to get in.

The closing arm began to weep,

a black oil that the wood will keep.


A moth is caught within the screen,

its head is all that can be seen.

The rest of it was blown away,

or eaten on a Saturday.

#cold #entrapment #fragility #mortality #pollution

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