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Fireflies


If it is true that fireflies,

those universal beacons

of summer joy


only live above ground

for fourteen days,

then it is also true


that greed should be a felony,

that worry is as mortal a sin

as murder,


and that every glass jar

should spend its life open,

its golden lid


hidden deep in the pocket

of a sweating, smiling boy,

whose only sadness


is that August days

eventually come

to an end.