fireflies
on warm summer nights
like this.
racing across
the wet grass
in our bare feet.
we'd place them in jars,
with
perforated lids.
we'd
watch them glow
off
then on.
a strange beauty, at such
and an age
when everything was
new.
when all the world
was waiting
to unfold
before our young eyes,
before our
first kiss.
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