Amand Garnet Ruffo

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Fireflies

 

Evening crowned,

a headdress of light

in the tall grass beside the bridge

flitting above and through us.

Knowing full well an explanation exists

and nothing lasts.

Thoroughly amazed.

In reckless childhood abandon

hands cupped

to hold this magic,

wear this necessary

joy.

 


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