Vernissage (with moths)

Futilities, vaguely scattered upon the page in winds of dispersal.

Nothing, really;

They hardly scratch the surface, with minute flights
between a fly’s alacrity around some tasty colour
and a moth’s disorientation, in dashes of dust on canvas
of spotlights opening an exhibition of glitz…

Then, they turn the page
and fall off the wind, in gasps of awe;
and dash on to the next exhibition, with alacritous specks
that are, overall, similar to the previous, except, perhaps, in colour.

Nothing, really…

… But this intimate and diversely winged success in the expression on the artist’s face
- as he considers the page, amidst the echoes of the vernissage, vaguely scattered
in the dust of the removal of the canvases.

-- © 2008 Alexandra* ~ OneLight*®