Of the Spheres
rubbing our legs
together we
can make
fire or at
least
we
can try hard enough
to get a spark but
musically we
are two
cellos
in
the throes of a score
with a difficulty
that can only
be matched
by crickets
chirping
in harmony with the dark
of a new moon soon
to sound in tune
to climax and
at that exact
moment
in this symphonic
movement we
light and lift
ourselves
to jump
into
the
air
as
fireflies
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2019
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