In the Museum of Lost Wings

By Diane LeBlanc

A single thorax mold
preserves a mayfly’s chance

to abandon light
and lose the swarm

for the sink and pull
of belly-cooling mud,

to sit in stillness
while the species mates,

vestigial mouth and guts
fat with air, barely there

then gone
to wing-glint and imprint.

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