The screen door slammed
into my memory along
with the jar of fireflies
the two of us caught.
Our cupped palms tickled,
warmed by their glow
in the hot summer night.
It was as if we pulled down
the stars and captured
their luminous lights
for our tiny universe.
Watermelon was the reward.
Juice cool and sweet slid down
throats and faces.
Happiness jostled giggles
out of us. They flew around
the house like fireflies
freed from the jar.
Come morning,
the stars were gone
along with the fireflies' glow.
© by Lois Slove Losyk.
Used with the author's permission.
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