Bright patches
of fireflies
strobelight the dark shroud
of treetops
out back tonight.
I like
how they mimic
flickering stars
in the murky skies
above.
Nature's night neon
seemingly connecting
to some far off song --
as if every back yard
its own handheld mirror
of the cosmos.
The irony ...
a jar of fireflies
a timeless icon,
when this nocturnal luminous magic
I witness now
goes ignored
for a singular silent collective
of sinewaved flash edits
street after street
flickering TV screens
lighting up people boxes
instead.
of fireflies
strobelight the dark shroud
of treetops
out back tonight.
I like
how they mimic
flickering stars
in the murky skies
above.
Nature's night neon
seemingly connecting
to some far off song --
as if every back yard
its own handheld mirror
of the cosmos.
The irony ...
a jar of fireflies
a timeless icon,
when this nocturnal luminous magic
I witness now
goes ignored
for a singular silent collective
of sinewaved flash edits
street after street
flickering TV screens
lighting up people boxes
instead.
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