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Lightning bugs

In Mason jars

And poster board

Butterfly collections,

Death so natural

And pleasing to the eye,

Life all at once

So free and trapped

And unable to fly.

Your words pile
n each other
Like billions of bubbles.

Their soapy sheen fills the room
With a rainbow of colors,
Dazzling your audience as they shine.

Listeners reach out to touch
These magical,
parkling spheres,

Wanting to
ake them home,
To study them and understand.

But they pop
our precious ideas,
And anxious,

Grasping fingers
Now s
With evidence of their crime

Are shoved
n deep pockets
Of common sense,

Where they nervously jingle
Keys to places they know
And now are content to stay.