FRIDAY NIGHT SHOW
Fireflies ascend in orchestrated rhythms,
staged to the silhouette of trees,
curved against the last indigo twilight
of a turquoised June-bug day.
The stars, the stars descended
when we were not watching,
plucking cherries as we were;
now rising in blinking stanzas
to a perfect crescent moon.
My children float in segues
through concrete Friday-town,
transiting maps of their hearts’ design
as I watch the sky travelling up
from upside down.
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Artwork by permission of Jamie Boyer: http://jamiepaints.wordpress.com/
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