Late Summer, Early Fall
by Sherman Alexie
She catches a moth, stunned
By sun and windows,
Cradles it outside, uncups
Her hands and lets it fly.
How often do we humans save
What can be saved? This
Morning, a young woman
Has redeemed our kind
By releasing a moth. O,
She half-spins
And laughs. And her laughter
Flutters along
With the moth.
This woman catches me
Watching her. I laugh and catch
my breath. Make a note.
Today, at 10:42 a.m.,
Beauty defeated death.
Thank you, Verda
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