The Purple Brick Road

Living in the aftermath of Oz

Saturday, June 28, 2014

Firefly


You come to me
on summer's first eve
as a limited edition toy

You come to me
defective—nite lite
flashing fortuitously

You come to me
as a beacon born
before the longest night

You come to me
I grab, squeeze you:
my lucky star extinguished


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