Last night i laid down in the dew-soaked grass
to watch for a minute the beacon of a lightning bug
first temptress of this slowing orbit of the earth
in her strident attempt to call down a lover
i imagine she failed so early in the season
yet there she was casting tall shadows in the blades
making the most of her life as she must
and so was i under the first quarter moon
sharing the throb of the moment
heightens experience and broadenens of time
i saw a lightning bug and i have you to tell
i thank you and bow to your soul
