Firefly Sparks
Firefly sparks
As they're
Spat from the anvil
Of the summer sun
Being hammered down,
Down past the horizon of the ground.
Long groans
Of little frogs
Sound off
From pebbly riverbeds
In a croaking chorus
Of
Moonlit moans.
Handed a mason jar
With holes
Punched
Into the top tin
Told
To make spark lamps
And set as free
As the cold winds
Whispering in
Ears
As we ran through the
Talking trees.
I look out now
To the firefly sparks
And remember
Earth is pounding away at me too.
Shaping me
Forging me
Into something stronger
Than just a boy.
This poem is about:
Me
My family
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