Red skies glowin the twilight’s gloaming;a sailor’s delight, they say.Through my windowI am trapped in the fire,beauty that leaves me transfixed.I cannot look away.Silent, breathless seconds tick past,until I gasp…
As children, we called them lightning bugs.We caught them in jars with holes poked in the top,where we watched in fascinationas they lit up the dark,until in they diedin our…
