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 © | Year Posted 2019

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