Perseids of Summer
* * *
*
I lie on the grass,…
counting them, as they
burn holes in my eyes,
coming from nowhere,
spiraling earthward.
Ancient, fireflies
swept from the sky,
dusting the night
with bright embers;
sparks flaming
the darkness,
each summer..
from moon’s
restless
broom
Gone
in a
moment,
and quickly
extinquished,
while the earth
wants to catch them,
to no avail…
We cannot keep
mortal moon dust.
We cannot collect
the tumbling fireflies
to keep in a jar,
but will store them in
winter’s memory
***
For Catie:
”Moon Dust Contest”
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