30 June 2007

untitled, as of yet

the brightest flash
in ink-sot night
leads searching eyes
on jagged path.

twink of silver
a burst of gold;
weave back and forth
in boundless blue.

no match the stars
hung heavens high
evading moon
and giggling grasp.

on outstretched wing
the glimmer glows
from blade of grass:
the firefly dance.

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