Fireflies

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Out over the frog call prayerful grass
Loom these small fires,
Play lights, the jealous darlings of stars
Up and (like our voices) down again.

Sing all our conversations
Taken up early years ago
Fallen through water and sand – stone, too (a silence, a pause)
Everything is not everything

That flits in the dusk light
Or calls and calls again.

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