A Gathering of Ignis Fatuus
Golden sunlight radiates
Bathing the supple leaf,
Hazelled bud springs from long winter’s womb,
Glistened dewdrop glides down ancient paths,
To where we gather to toast the spring.
Sweet inebriated syllables
Peeled from lips and passed around
Conversation sliced wafer thin
Draped in shrouds over the silence
Quick flashes in the clearing
And tobacco smokes like Greek incense,
When the sun becomes heavy
We dance with the fireflies
Feed on their beauty
In the translucent dark.
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