A large insect lands on my face
It is a moth
It covers my face
Like a covid-mask
Its wings swoop back
Over my cheeks
Either side of my nose
If this were not a lucid dream
I would be startled or even alarmed
And whisk her off my face and bolt
But in my dream I recognize
My old friend the luna moth
Who used to find our porch light
When I was little
And whoever spotted her fluttering there
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