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Lightning Bug Paradelle

By S. Bauer-Zingg

That summer, the fields dry

That summer, the fields dry

We ran about, and flew and chased at night

We ran about, and flew and chased at night

The fields that night dry and chaste

Summer ran - we flew at and about

Lightning bugs, low and near

Lightning bugs, low and near

Tucked into tight-lidded Mason jars

Tucked into tight-lidded Mason jars

Lightning lidded low into Mason jars

Bugs tucked tight and near

They were night lights among dried grass

They were night lights among dried grass

And jewelry, smudged into our skin

And jewelry, smudged into our skin

Jewelry skin - they were into and among dried grass

Our smudged nightlights

Low and near - they were into and among night

Dried lightning -- lidded - chaste bugs

And the fields ran dry

And lights flew at night

Mason jar jewelry - grass smudged about

We tucked that summer tight into our skin