Monday, March 11, 2019

Fireflies

Fireflies in the night of stars
This I remember:
The moonrise beyond the tree line and 
You there
Tefillin-bound
Ambient roar from the nearby road rises in
Doppler shifts through the forest
Wafting its way in reds and blues to the
Kitchen window
There I was
Singing Bob Dylan on the back porch 
It wasn’t dark yet but the
Darkness
Was approaching us
Like your candle-lit dance from the 

Kitchen to my bed
And I want you
White lace curtains move in the
Rhythm of trees and you 
Sway like clothes on the line
My scream fades and I
Wake up in a Japanese hotel room
And you’re still there
I want you
To come home
And I want you
Like the night I burned your books 
On my back porch
Fireflies

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