in late July midnight
this firefly floats
inches from my hands
& settles on my knee
just one
blinking her long code
of lust or hunger
to no answering light
the rest of the fireflies
long gone in this heat
her singular
unscheduled flight
simply drifted
& brushed here, resting
on my lap
to remind me of you
& how I said today
fireflies were done here
for the summer
Susan Daniels Poetry 
simply drifted, and brushed here, resting on my lap to remind me of you….
she knows what she wants, is willing to wait for it. not just any fluorescent light will do. All things have their season.
Sigh…they do.
Just beautiful…and you read her message perfectly.
š thanks, Mimi
non-conformist firefly and the falsification principle in logic!
Yes, if nature can make a liar of one, she will!
Whitehead and Popper, please pronounce from beyond!
LOL
Are you going rationalist on me?
Who? Me? Lol!
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Very lovely.
Thank you Holly.
Better than a mosquito! Admission mixed with your usual impeccable descriptions.
Nelle, you have generated a blush, again. Thanks so much for liking this. My favorite little buggie had to show up just to let me know I don’t know everything š
A 5 o’clock fire alarm! ~Deb
š cute!
lovely words, Susan
Wow–thanking you so much!