It’s a summer night.
The kind of night when the air feels like a soft, clean sheet billowing against your skin.
A little girl darts across the lawn, chasing glowing points of light,
here, then there, then here again.
On the porch her parents sit watching her.
In icy silence they sit and drink tea from sweating glasses.
They avoid each others' eyes.
The girl comes up the steps and says “ Look, I made a lamp!”
She shows them a jar full of twigs, leaves, and glowing bugs.
Later that night the little girl’s parents will decide to forgive each other.
One of them will crack a joke.
They’ll both laugh with relief,
while in the little girl's room, fireflies die, one by one.
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