FIREFLIES ALIGHT
I used to play outside all summer until the sun faded down into the obscurity of Boker Court. Then I would stay closer to home, The smell of my perspiration and the feeling of my hair Sticky upon my forehead, Fireflies alight everywhere: Little flashing lanterns telling me that it was time to go inside Even though I wasn’t tired or ready, The twilights of freedom numbered And diminishing Quickly To none.
John Tustin’s poetry has appeared in many disparate literary journals since 2009. fritzware.com/johntustinpoetry contains links to his published poetry online.
Flight of the dragonfly 