On my way back from the grocery store, and after picking up one of our favorite movies, Mrs. Parker, I saw a flutter out of the corner of my eye--a moth. It landed on a daisy in the round about. The moth reminded me of a poem I've always enjoyed. I had a friend who once critiqued one of my poems saying it was trite and cliche to use the word moon or moonlight. I disagree, and even if you aren't Elizabeth Bishop. Read Man-Moth.
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