Gypsy
Heidi Kraay
Flickering candlelight throbbing there
in and out
epileptic shimmers
subtle as an exhausted boxer
in a forceful title fight
His arms slow, muddy black pitch
And fluttering free in that cavernous barn
an embittered gypsy moth
muttering to herself
The musty air bothersome
She’s bored being blind
wanting a new home
brighter than occasional sparks