Last night I saw something
To explain I must confess
When I was seven
I imagined with longing,
Stealing the vial of silver
Sparkles, and pouring out all --
Every glittering drop --
Onto black cardstock paper
Breathless
Rejoicing in shimmering riches.
Last night I saw,
But this time unexpected,
Turning the corner,
Headlights panned darkness
And dark trees, grasses
Were revealed as diamond-studded
Sparkling, waving
Winking, blinking:
Fireflies speaking
In glittering Morse code.
Breathless
I rejoiced in shimmering riches.
Saturday, June 28, 2008
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