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Feet tumble over each other as we spill out the back gate into the driveway.
Six feet between us, Winslow and me.
He scampers too and fro taking in nature's scents,
One more wonderful than the next--at least as far as he's concerned.
Sun is setting yet the light is still enough,
To guide our feet and light our way.
As the sun sets and shadows lengthen,
A glimmer appears and then is gone.
A crescent moon, miles away curls toward the open sky--
Another glimmer....and another...blink.
Soon staccato visions of brightness appear as we walk.
A symphony for a silent world.
Fireworks--yet only ones to see.
No rumble in your chest, no kaboom at the end.
Dancing lights across the yards as we walk,
The fireflies enjoy the beginning of longer days.
Winslow and I round the corner towards home--
A few less lights twinkle as we walk.
Happy hour for the fireflies has come to an end.
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