Little Fires
Blue-black skies with twinkling stars
Prickly grass against my back
A warm hand holding mine
As fireflies dance above our heads
They are like tiny stars
Personified, just small enough for us
To reach up and touch
Or maybe they’re more like little fires
And what a speck of light is to us
Is a blazing bonfire to them
It reminds me of the impossibilities
Of life and of us
And somehow that makes me feel
i n v i n c i b l e.
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Originally penned June 15, 2020.