BOTTLED BUGS, a TR poem

[Tragic Rabbit]

Bottled Bugs

(for Kevin)

There is a sultry summer night that I remember:

Long ago, when we were young,

Starry shadows, insect serenades

Years ago, when we were young.

In your hand, you held the jar

Into which we poured our glitter glow

Fireflies Ecstatic, they lit our way

Amid sleeping trees and secret paths.

Running fleet through fields, we were

Young, so young, so long ago, and yet

That night still shines like bottled bugs

Shelved in the storerooms of my soul.

You, joyous, joyful; me, alight with life,

We thrilled, we thrummed

We glistened, gleamed

As we ran together, laughing, laughing, and

A burnished boyhood Moon smiled down upon us.

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[Guest rusticmonk86]

Hey TR,

Have you ever thought of making a recording of your work?

You should. I like it.

--Gabe