The Vault

You feel so intensely.
you slump forward,
a moth unfurling its camouflaged wings.
quick, natural, beauty in its modesty.
a flushed, hidden face
the flash of a buck in some far off trees.
I am catching this dragonfly moment
before it flutters and sputters and fades.
I am keeping it in a glass jar with a tight lid,
best if saved for later, I say,
when I feel you
so intensely.





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