Lightning Bug Paradelle


    By S. Bauer-Zingg


    That summer, the fields dry


    That summer, the fields dry


    We ran about, and flew and chased at night


    We ran about, and flew and chased at night


    The fields that night dry and chaste


    Summer ran - we flew at and about


    Lightning bugs, low and near


    Lightning bugs, low and near


    Tucked into tight-lidded Mason jars


    Tucked into tight-lidded Mason jars


    Lightning lidded low into Mason jars


    Bugs tucked tight and near


    They were night lights among dried grass


    They were night lights among dried grass


    And jewelry, smudged into our skin


    And jewelry, smudged into our skin


    Jewelry skin - they were into and among dried grass


    Our smudged nightlights


    Low and near - they were into and among night


    Dried lightning -- lidded - chaste bugs


    And the fields ran dry


    And lights flew at night


    Mason jar jewelry - grass smudged about


    We tucked that summer tight into our skin