Every Friday night we feature a short story, essay, personal narrative,
poem, spoken word, or short film for your enjoyment.
Helen Presents: a poem by Joan Robinson
Alights on the office window
White body feathery, pristine
against the square of blue.
Somewhere behind, a Southwest
jet lowers its orange and blue hull
to the runway.
Moth busy with moth ablutions
Licks tiny forelegs, wipes first
one antenna, then the other, next
hastily scrubs downy abdomen,
tips backward gently, assuredly
to reach nether regions, stops,
puts all legs on glass,
pauses a moment, then wings away.
Mottled brown markings
perfect disguise for tree trunk, but
pathetically obvious on
Joan Robinson lives in Boulder City, Nevada. Recently she was a visiting poet at Beatty High School in Beatty, Nevada. Her poetry has appeared in Fox Adoption, Blacktop Passages, 300 Days of Sun, Interim, The One Three Eight, and (r)evolve.