Hour 9, Prompt 9 – 2,863 mi

What a strange work of deception it was

To think that some mask I put on long ago 

to hide away my pain 

would take me so far from home

 

Can I ask you, in the lethargic heat of a Virginia summer,

To catch a bottleful of zooming fireflies

And hold them up to the screen

So I can see them dance?

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