Monday, April 9, 2007

100,000 Fireflies

Title from the Magnetic Fields

(In an exciting haiku narrative series!)

Glowing with white light

and sparkling like teeth in

those Crest commercials.

The field held my youth

in blinking Morse-code patterns

tapped out in silence.

I caught them in jars,

forgetting to punch air holes.

Morning depressed me.

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