Jo Angela Edwins

Actias luna

What it means to be born
to a form so beautiful
the symmetry leaves
no space for a mouth,
no need to cry out
to this world, no need
to eat. Only drive
to stretch wings
and spill young
of this same florid
beauty, then
die in the night,
to make room.

(originally published in Redheaded Stepchild, Fall 2016)