Firefly

The way that fireflies are captured in a jar.

And they say “just one more firefly, I guess.”

And the firefly is glowing weakly, so they try not to laugh.

They are making me dizzy with their kind words.

In that cloying way.

I’m here, I’m here.

I think they know I’m still here.

Wondering how they are all so dazzling.

Together, they are dazzling.

Inching away from them,

So that I can feel the mellow landscape.

The endless landscape.

Where the trees are calm, and never chatter.

Where closeness does not exist.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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