lightning bug caught
in a quart mason jar
summer twilights
the breeze that lifts
the days oppressive heat
and the sticky drippings
of cherry red popsicles
dripping down chins
stained lips and tongues
I watched the sun hang
low in the sky as if it had
nowhere in particular to go
meandering to the horizon,thinking
these lazy days would never
end, that night's blanket
would never tuck me in
the click-clack of soles
on linoleum, the whispers
of fluttering text book pages
a vague memory, distant like autumn
leaves, their graceful ballet
pirouettes to the soft grass
swaying then still

12/28/2004

Posted on 12/29/2004
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