Dusk in summer

A poem.

Adam Lau/Knoxville News Sentinel/AP
Fireflies fill the air for their annual mating season in the Great Smoky Mountains National Park's Elkmont Campground outside Gatlinburg, Tenn.

At dusk when day is standing still,

and darkness lurks behind the moon,

the lightning bugs begin to glow,

they flash their lanterns. Like a broom

my son sweeps air and scatters light

in pieces bright as comet dust,

he runs to catch them, but they rise

above his head, and then a gust

takes them upon another path,

lifts them and showers the neighbor’s yard

with unexpected drops of light,

as thick as rain but not as hard.

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