as far as I can tell firefly lights the path
I exist in some moments its worm body
and not others glowing softly phosphoresces
or perhaps it is only and glimmers against
Earth drawing
I seem to occupy space eyes in the dark
and sometimes not
blinking on and off
or is it that you notice now you see me
my presence now you don't
when you aren't
otherwise and always this little voice
occupied piping don't see me and
laughter shrieking in the night
YOU ARE READING
Express, baggage and all...
PoetryObjects in the mirror are closer than they appear... Just when you think you've put something behind you for good, you look back and find it trails you like your very own comet's tail, lighting a path through the dark. Reading through these pages...
