sleepless night, beautiful morning; figured i might as well go to the library

as i’m walking back i see a large moth following its own logic beside a corporate structure. cool-looking creature; oranges and browns, black lines setting out the pattern

i reach out my hand hoping it’ll land there, wouldn’t that have been the luck. it circled me a couple of times, landed on my pant-leg; good enough for me. i bend down, take a good look, fascinating things, moths. i’m standing there talking to it, as one occasionally feels the need to do with the odd creatures we confront. i say my piece to it, no more than thirty seconds of man to moth conversation, and then i tell it to go on about its way, and it goes

i look up, there’s a well dressed gentleman who’s pulled up to the light and is sitting there staring at me. he averted his eyes pretty quick, but i could tell he was smiling

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