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Saturday, October 15, 2005

To A Firefly

first sighted in the first month of novitiate


when all is still
and all earth’s spirits rest
and Night’s curtains fallen, sullen
make no sound
you come calm, no clatter
in soft, dancing shimmer
tiptoeing on air

you come calm, glowing warm
in gracefulfilling
lulling me
in whispered song