Fire Flies
Submitted by lbangs on Tue, 08/14/2012 - 09:45
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Chase it across the twilight grass.
The breeze might make you blink and miss it.
Fast.
You've not a mere second
After the flash
To find one.
The air is still inside.
Something is bubbling in the oven.
Put it in the old mayonnaise jar,
The one steamed empty last week.
Twist the lid tight.
There will be no more light
Come morning.
- 8/13/12
