Moths make their way by moonshine
in fitful flashes of light powdered wings
they brush against the jasmine vines
and all the headiness of nocturnal scents
settles layer by layered silence
yet when the moon's a daydreamer
pale flowers and foliage filigreed silver
spread a creamy fluoresent track
- enough to guide the night flyers back
Kerry invites us to throw the light of the moon into the imaginary garden’s micro poem prompt
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