Firefly tango, lighting up the meadow
Whizzes, whirls, flits, and furls,
The little varmints buzz around,
Unaware we are watching their every move.
We older folks are no longer chasing them
or popping them in Mason Jars
To be our own little flashlights until their lights
Stop glowing, and they lie in the grass we put
In the bottom of...
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