Night Lights

In the early night

When the crowns of trees

Nearly blend with the darkening sky

Lightening bugs begin their signaling

As I pick up and put away

Things that defined this day

Tools for planting, saws for trimming trees

A mower and a glass of melted ice

Dish soap, a sponge and a bucket to wash the cars

All the while the lights continue blinking

Signaling it is time to stop and stand in the yard

And seek a message from their

Wondrous intermitten luminosity

Insects the size of my finger nails

Sailing above fresh cut grass

Drifting between me and the stars

Flying over two clean cars

And I have translated their message

Pausing again to thank them

For creating light

Which no one can control

Gregory Zeorlin 06/08/2003  11pm

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