fireflies

you remember
the warm summers
of july. shoeless
in the cool grass
waiting for
the sky to light
up while fire
flies rose
out of nowhere
so easy to catch
that it made you
cautious and
gentle with what
they were. like
lady bugs dressed
for the night
in their pearls
and bright lights
flashing their
modest eyes. and
if the fireworks
were the dreams you
could never have,
the fireflies
were the ones
you could.