The Goddess Lilith

like a moth flies to the porch lamp thinking it the moon we walked towards the light thinking it was the town only to find over the last rise it was just the buzzing bulbs of a fenced-in pumping facility in the middle of the desert darkness and as my dad struggled to understand the map from the light of a dimming flashlight i remember it leaving me, fading like a dream leaves when you awake and my dad became just a lost man and i was lost with him in the night.

Lee Tracy

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