08/26/2026
III. Do Luna Moths Hurry?
When life is but ten
days: one turns sage in a week.
Wide eyespots evolve.
One disdains food—thinks only:
legacy, new moon, lift, glow.
Insomniac Tankas
by Antoinette Brim-Bell
Copyright © 2025 by Antoinette Brim-Bell. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on July 7, 2025, by the Academy of American Poets.