I remember frothy days,
imagining
it was a joy
to be alive,
too carefree
to know it was for real.
take a moment
in any lost time...
yesterdays
at the park
were filled
with blinking,
floating beacons,
flashing, flickering,
highlights
to end
a young lad's spent day,
nature’s gift of repose.
they once lit my playgrounds
on soft, balmy nights,
all it took was being there.
alas, fatefully,
I no longer see them.
I can ask:
what happened,
when did they disappear,
why did they leave,
where are they now,
but,
it was I
who’d left the park.
... I miss the fireflies.
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