Composed 6/22/13
Description: This evening I went out on what is becoming my traditional evening walk. When I was about half way back to my house fireflies appeared — suddenly, as if they all turned on their lights at the same time. I watched in interest as little flicks of light burst all around me — some shockingly close. Oh, yes, I thought. It IS summer isn’t it?
With this romantic image of summer in my head I looked in front of me, saw a speck of light flash, and, in what I consider a move of impressive athletic skill, I snatched a lightning bug out of mid air. It rested comfortably in my palm for about a second before I opened my hand, allowing it to fly away. However, strangely enough, it did not fly away. Not instantly, not after a few seconds…
No, the lightning bug, apparently thinking I was some kind of cozy, mobile tree, got comfortable on my pinky and accompanied me for the rest of my walk. I could almost hear him saying “Hey girl! Thanks for the lift! How’d you know all the best girl fireflies live on the other end of the street?”
And, indeed, like my driveway was some kind of designated bus stop, as soon as I approached it, the firefly shuddered and leapt into the air to show off his lovely lights to some female friends.
This lovely little event inspired this lovely little poem.
A small wisp of light
Caught gently in the palm
Goes for a ride
As I walk along
Scraps of Paper 
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