Jars
We took mason jars
and poked small holes in their lids;
then went out into
those long hot summer nights as
childhood flickered around us.
We couldn’t hold youth
any more than we could keep
caught fireflies alive,
and our once bright lights are now
dimming in the jar of life.
Written 1/17/12
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2012
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