Cabbage Moths



Low lying
Intensely green
To the left of gravel road
Soybean I think
Softly rippling
In gentle country breezes.
Roaring silver milk truck
Passes us by...barely
Dust settles
And wonderful silence
Resumes.
Broken only
By the caroling of goldfinches.
Arbor of chestnut
Or walnut to our right
Offering kindly shading.
Cabbage moths
Observed over the green
White or pale yellow
Purposeless frolic.
But then upward spirals
Magic in tandem.
Distances and pace
Maintained.
To what purpose?
Love?
Reproduction?
Made to fly?
Rapture?
We don't know
But we identify
This un-repeatable
Sunday afternoon.

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