to capture fireflies
in the summer
and place
them into mason jars
with holes
cut out in the lids.
it was fun
for a while, for
us, perhaps,
but not them.
it wasn't long before
they stopped
glowing,
flickering out,
which i assumed was
sadness
on account of being
trapped, but
by then we
were busy with other
things,
frogs and turtles,
for instance, putting
them into
a grassy box.
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