in late july midnight

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

About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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19 Responses to in late july midnight

  1. Rhonda says:

    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.

  2. mimijk says:

    Just beautiful…and you read her message perfectly.

  3. non-conformist firefly and the falsification principle in logic!

  4. Holly Michael says:

    Very lovely.

  5. nelle says:

    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 šŸ™‚

  6. A 5 o’clock fire alarm! ~Deb

  7. lovely words, Susan

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