Fireflies in a Bottle

Earlier, the heat on the road

Made strange water that was gone

When we zoomed closer.

The air was like porridge

But the pool cured our lethargy.

Now the summer sun

Has at last given way

And crept below the treeline.

Fireflies caught in a bottle.

Two long years waiting

For this moment of bliss.

September is coming.

I let them go free.

 

10 thoughts on “Fireflies in a Bottle

    1. Thanks!! When we were given the prompt and asked to use several words, I thought the rigidity would not result in a good piece and yet it brought me to write what I think is my best poem in the marathon.

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