The Firefly…

Sparks of inspiration dance upon invisible wings

as another summer twilight fades

into another short and humid night.


One lands upon my hand, content to crawl around.

No pressure.

No fear.

And the thought occurs to me

that this one caught me for a change.


No light shines from him, though I recognize him nonetheless.

And I wonder why he won’t brighten this sullen night for me?

And that’s when I realize

that she has chosen me…


The spark of inspiration I am seeking

already burns brightly enough

to be seen

within me…

And I have become

the firefly!



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