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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Amelia L. Williams


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Firefly Season

Slowly, warm summer air blurs and chills,
mist seeps in bands above unmown
dogbane, buttonbush, fescue of river field.
Sparkles begin, flashes above grasses, under
saplings, inside dark shrubs, at the crown
and on the ground beneath the black trunk
of the old cottonwood: Chinese Lanterns,
called Low Slow Glows, early evening fireflies.
This, then is love. Me in rubber boots against
ticks, swatting mosquitoes with the field guide,
your stopwatch timing pulses as Mercury rises.