Firecracker Fireflies
Firework noises ascending to heaven descend upon me.
With no reservations I am likely to cry, if even Miss Sunshine becomes
A storm cloud, why should I smile when darkness abounds?
Fireflies glow in the night with low expectations.
Trap them in jars and watch them all die.
One by one they go out, like solitary matches,
One by one they extinguish their flames,
Like spent fire-dust descending from heaven
After a light show on the fourth of July.
No comments:
Post a Comment