A Woman in Vegetable, by Ronnie Hess
There are wet feet in the wet grass and a lady in nightgown is reading a book.
I. Luna Moth
A Luna moth hangs by its teeth or feet on the screen outside my cabin window. Funny, there’s been no moon and it’s broad daylight. I’ve never seen a Luna month. This one is a fairy queen, head of alabaster, lacewing crown, mantle of jade with the eyes of asps, a dancer’s body, toes suspended in air. Will she linger tonight when I turn on the cottage lamps? Will she pound and flutter at the door? II. Early Morning Ramble Crow in the morning. Maybe a red-eyed vireo, too. There are wet feet in the wet grass and a lady in nightgown is reading a book. A bee is already working the flowers. There is the smell of fresh coffee in the air. Last night’s Luna moth is gone.