The Doe

I drove through the night and still more came,
throwing itself at the windshield.

I could believe the entire world was
asleep, the night
stretching on infinite in either
direction, past


in shadow, future in shadow,
the planet subdued
for a moment and me


alone barreling


through it.
White Beetle and the white fanning
ahead a white moth, a death
moth.
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