fireflies moaning in rhythm
a visual lullaby of a hushed season.
stamps of tiny feet on the summer blades
outside our house.
a constant nightlight,
difficult to keep a focused stare.
a quiet siren
a melody of glitter
in the quilted air.
a look right, a look left.
they're here, they're gone;
fireflies running with the night.
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