Lepidopterist

Dave BontaContemplative

I wait like a guitar for the sacrament of an ear

nobody can tell the truth of a moth lost in the busy night

Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Wednesday 21 November 1666.

Dave Bonta

Learn by heart: tap a gap

I wait like a

for the of an ear

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