Monday, April 6, 2015

April 6th Poem - Fireflies


Under moving stars
we watch them glow,
these captives of ours

and begin to know
the ease of power.
We could let them go

or keep them for hours.
The night is navy blue.
Suddenly a summer shower

makes us prisoners too
of our mother’s voice
and the house we knew.

We release them
to the darkness
and their freedom.

from Singing Magic by Barbara Alfaro
© Barbara Alfaro

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