Poems and Poetry

Confetti Waiting for a Parade | A Poem by Donal Mahoney

As autumn turns colder
there’s only one moth
fluttering at midnight

around the porch light.
He’s the last of the flock
that danced all summer

in the glow of the night.
Confetti that never fell
on a holiday parade.

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