Firefly Races
At the firefly races,
where the viewing is good:
the magical places
near the edge of the wood
and wide open spaces.
At the firefly races,
adrenaline flowing;
they're fearless, courageous.
Their engines are glowing;
excitement: contagious.
At the firefly races,
their course is uncertain.
For near half an hour,
they're fast and they're flirtin',
displaying their power.
At the firefly races,
don't let this be over;
feels like we just got here.
Traipse home through the clover;
it's the best time of year.
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2022
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