Lightning Bugs

 

Lightning bugs rise

from twilight grass

like little fireworks.

There’s a reason

for their light.

The rhythms

attract mates

the way we too

send out subtle

signals of love.

How often

we flutter through

the cool night

only to be trapped

in the glass grasp

of an eight year-old’s

imagination.

We pace the clear walls

saying to ourselves

we must go        we must go       

we must go.

 

 

 

 

             Published in Insanity’s Horse

 

 

                                                  

                                 

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silk-screen by Carol Buchman

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