Little dots of light
flash across the darkened lawn.
Memories flash too –
kids racing to capture bits
of nighttime magic in jars.
JDG
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Little dots of light
flash across the darkened lawn.
Memories flash too –
kids racing to capture bits
of nighttime magic in jars.
JDG
aholdingplace 
Oh, I did that too as a child. We had tons of fireflies (we called them lightning bugs) where I grew up in Tennessee. Not so many here in Michigan. Your poem brought back memories of hanging out with my cousins at a fish fry after our uncles spent the day at the lake. Thanks!
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