Magic Moment
Tires pop on gravel
as we drive up the hill.
We snake through cedars,
swallowed in darkness.
Tiny lights flash
among the trees.
He kills the headlights,
slows the car to a crawl.
"Look," he says,
"It's nature's light show."
A magic moment,
evoking childhood memories,
catching fireflies in a jar.
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