Moth #2

On the curtain she waited,
Scalloped wings spread in
Apologetic space
Water hits the floor and
Steam rises
Dampening the dust on her wings.

On the floor, submissive
I find her again
A bow, a sweeping fan

And when waking, she is above me
Still-- still
A silent guardian
Garishly displayed against smooth white cotton.

Behind her, out the window
The world unfolds
Leaves ricochet, shocked to be shaken
Rain hums and wakes and washes them all
While I watch through a spider web landscape.

My dusty guardian is not so sinister perhaps;
But misunderstood.