Calling down the fireflies
female in the grass
in my hands
homespun glass
charmed work
of wet, nested fingers.
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Tuesday, September 2, 2014
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- Maude Lynn
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5 comments:
Ah, charmed work indeed!! Have a great week, MZ!!
Nice work if you can get it! This is both clever and beautiful.
I've never seen a firefly ... ~
Here's some magic in the making.
Fireflies light up the night in the Trinidad rainforest and even the bedroom in homes where the walls don't reach all the way to the roof to ensure air flow. It's quite magical in their unexpected loveliness. I too think of them as female. Charming, MZ.
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