Photo by Ashkan Forouzani on Unsplash
Blessing by
May time grant you the lasting memory of the summer night
on Jonas Ridge when we were walking the dogs, late—
the white rail fence, our guide.
When we turned back toward the cabin, darkness pressed
against our faces
and a host of fireflies flashed in the mist
settling on the fields,
blinking green from another realm,
lighting the divide between road and weeds.
The dogs looked up.
Frenzied katydids took a rest.
Following the tiny globes, we felt our way
to the gravel hill that sloped
toward the yellow glow
of lamplight from the cabin windows.
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