They are finally out
The fireflies;
I was wondering
If they would skip a year;
Yet the windless nights arrive
Better late than never.
I walked late tonight
Out amongst the dark life,
Honeysuckle air surrounds
bringing memories of childhood;
The wonder of it all
Then and now.
The fat toad waits patiently
under pooling streetlights
Not knowing why the gnats come
Only that they do.
Now and then fireflies light on me
a planet moving thru their Perseides;
A momentary tree invading their world
I move on as do they
The dark and quiet
A silent witness
Closes the door behind.
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