Poem by Edith Mirick

Night Moths

Memories, like night moths, are beating
At the lighted windows of my life.
I shall not open to them;
Neither may I rest
For the ceaseless beating of their wings.

1. Tragedy
2. Deirdre
3. Home
4. Closed Doors
5. Minotaur

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