i sat on the hills behind someone's house yesterday
and stayed there for a while,
held out my hand and a white moth landed there.
i named him charlie.
i told him everything i shouldn't say out-loud
and he was patient, listening.
on a breeze he teetered, stretched his wings and was gone,
so i drove home.
going home, i ran over a nail,
almost ran someone over,
made it to the shoulder.
went out to check out the tire,
and there was charlie on my windshield.
i laid down on the center-line,
counted the cars that went by,
and waited for no one in particular.