Monday, September 30, 2013

At Least

this Least Skipper alit, stayed still.

Like me, the tiny winged thing wanted to feel the sun stroke and warm from outside in. I felt it on my back, penetrating gray shirt and skin, warming me before another cool fall night.

The last of the insects I love fly, mate, and wait. At the very least, I can pay careful attention. 

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