Sometimes I sit out back in the dark
at the end of a depressing day,
and it’s quiet,
just quiet,
nothing but me and the quiet.
Sometimes I see stars shining up there, far past the trees.
But tonight,
I don’t see stars.
Just the tops of tall trees and past them nothing.
Nothing but gray skies.
Sometimes I look up and see a flicker.
Or I imagine a flicker.
Like a firefly?
It’s too soon, isn’t it?
I remember the 4th of july when fireflies lit up those trees
like some kind of magic.
Like the magic that’s only real in memories.
Sometimes sitting in the dark listening to the quiet makes me think.
photograph from may 23, 2020
etikser 
Time sure flies
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For sure. This year especially. That probably doesn’t make sense, but it feels like we haven’t really experienced spring and now it’s summer.
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Lovely poem.
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Oh, thank you.
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The fireflys are magical. We don’t always get them here so you are lucky to have the dancing in your night sky.
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Yes, they are. In recent years, we haven’t had as many. I feel the more the merrier.
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Beautiful poem!
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Thanks so much!
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Excellent.
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Thank you!
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