lightning bugs

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out of the smoky sky of dusk, she appears,
illuminating the circumference around her,
hoping that her biological message will find someone.
anyone.
she waits on a dewy blade of grass,
anticipating a soft glow that she fears will never come to fruition.
her spirit falters.
she can taste the autumnal air riding in on the final summer breezes.
she sighs and makes her final attempt.
her brilliant light flashes,
traveling farther than any of her other tries.
she waits, for this time, she thinks, will make it.
minutes pass, and her fragile hope dwindles before her.
just as her hope drops, she sees him.

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