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I smile nostalgically at the firefly.

To think, once,

held tightly in a jar and

coveting all its glow,

I thought:

“All for me,

it’s all for me.”

 

Eons of thought since then, but

the refrain, again and again.

Now, jars half-empty

and mocking stars

above, amused I’m sure,

that I will never overcome

my earthly flaw.

 

Now, the wide expanse

of baby to navy to royal blues to black

swallow

him and me together in this tightly

sealed jar.

Draining all conviction,

like vacuums, detaining

our slight sizes.

 

I hold my own glow and

plead to know

who holds our Home.

 

 

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