Sunday, November 10, 2013

FIreflies

Fireflies in my backyard,
across the fence near the tracks.

Unawares of beginnings
or ends.

Fireflies amongst the trees,
fireflies in the breeze,
fireflies at my knees.

Bring the rain.

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