The Fireflies.......

you do not hold the
fireflies in your hands
or put
them in a jar

they belong to the
space
to the place upon
the crown of
trees
to the night where
they are most
beautiful
when they glitter
like
the silent sparks of
the fire crackers
of the
Chinese New Year

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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