Piker Press — Weekly Journal of Arts and Literature
April 27, 2026

Waiting for fireflies

Evening comes to mind, with anticipation of tiny lights in the air...

So much flows over the earth
Signs of death
Joys of rebirth
The moon shines full
down on us all
At dusk I wait
for fireflies

Specks of life caress the night
Disneyland of nature
Hopeful little light
Immortal for a moment
Brief glimpses afforded
At dusk I wait
for fireflies

My humanness insignificant now I see
While I perch
Lost within me
Traces of past nature
Battle my soul unfree
At dusk I wait
for fireflies

Tears clench so deep painfully inside
Run down my face
As I decide
How to live life
Come please gentle spring
At dusk I wait
for
fireflies



12 April 1998

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