Lacewing

Lacewing in arrears to gravity,
Sets on my ceiling at night,
Her tulle wings shorn
From gowns,
Barely hint green.
She returns several times
To different rooms and rafters,
Until, when I sweep,
I find her with the dust
On the floor, and I weep.

Laura Stickney 2019


Notes:

It is always important to mourn
for beauty when it is lost