Last night, early summer in central Illinois.
The hot weather is cooling into the 70's, with rain on the horizon.
It is dusk, around 8 pm, but still light enough to see well.
As the blacktop curves in between corn fields, fireflies stir from the grass:
Shimmering like living glitter catching the evening light,
Twinkling like fallen stars against the dark green cornstalk skies.
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Allen, that's lovely. You should have entered my poetry contest!
Thanks for the nice moment.
Thanks for the vote of confidence, IC. I had never seen that happen before, and it was one of those great moments where everything came together just right, and I thought "Man, am I blessed!"
I couldn't come up with anything, um, appropriate for your contest. 'Can't wait to read the results.
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