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Tag Archives: fireflies

sticky night air
dream walks
drizzle doughnut glaze
over child thoughts
until the moon’s
hard honeycomb glow
hits glass jar sides
like fireflies
and escape seems
to drip soft from
the sweetest star


When fireflies waved
The runway clear
For high explosions
I drew my name
In the dark, each letter
Sparkling, popping near
My fingers.
 
I sat in the cool grass
Watching confetti lightning
With no thoughts of fighting
The tiny artists
Of their own fiery design-
Chigger bites tattooed
The bursting lights
In bright red bites
For my legs to remember.