i see you flapping at the light
you've brought your fragile troth
the residue of your love song
your soul's champagne and froth
i see your micromovements
your salivation for the broth
that separates your tiny island
from the horizon you walked across
i make out the outline of your body
camouflaged against the cloth
laid out to plate your supper
a meal to acknowledge your loss
you've given all of your beauty
your strings of poetry and moss
that you've strung from all the branches
in the paper shapes of moths
