Kryptonite
under the shifting, rusty street lamp lights,
planted in sidewalk cement
moths flutter from left to right, up and down, out of sight
they intermingle flight routes
and swarm in the warm bliss of the bulb’s luminescence
the night air is inviting…
the breeze takes adventure by the wing
they dream…
to one day get a bit closer to the sun
although the heat may burn their intent
the reckless risk-takers keep pushing against the inevitable
turning their floating ecstasy into a sinking fear
they make figure eights with nautical delight
egging themselves up to get…
just a but closer to their Kryptonite
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