April 17, 2025 – fireflies

I feel it

The tide is rolling in

The dry and empty sands

Are vanishing beneath

And I

I will ride the waters out to sea

Watching the stars turn overhead

Witnesses to one like them

Who drifts in a constellation

A myriad of bright humanity

We are fireflies against the dark

Signaling existence to one another

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