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When I lifted my hand to brush it away,
the speck of lint on my sleeve
suddenly remembered its lightly resting wings
and fluttered up to embrace
the tiny white moth
just landed on the bathroom mirror.

Dan Gerber

Sailing through Cassiopeia
Copper Canyon Press

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