By Tom Lagasse Fireflies Mid-summer, mid-evening the blue- black night shrouds the self to become A hidden witness, like the backyard maple and the forsythia bush, to the nocturnal Life emerging from its slumber. Again, I wait expectantly for the fireflies to return. Once constant stars on a cloudless night, they
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