With gumboots spread wide, I crane my bare head to the periwinkle sky, tie dyed and bled a skyscraper needle’s head, I then spy pierces a cloud up high, sighs bringing rain’s beating pings like beetle’s wings on thin skin. – Sandra Johnson, 6/26/21  

The Firefly And The Moth 1/2 marathon poem #9 In the strange heat of an English summer Where the firefly hides within a bottle Safely glowing behind a glass bulb’s wall In these trying times he’s out of trouble In the strange heat of an…