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 © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2023
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