Poem by Carl Sandburg

Goldwing Moth

A goldwing moth is between the scissors and 
                     the ink bottle on the desk
Last night it flew hundreds of circles around 
                     a glass bulb and a flame wire.
The wings are a soft gold; it is the gold of 
                     illuminated initials in
                     manuscripts of the medieval monks.

1. Old-fashioned Requited Love
2. Subway
3. Baby Vamps
4. Kin
5. Hope Is a Tattered Flag

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