an untitled pretend-haiku

Its wings touched by dawn,

a firefly still against glass.

Too late for cupped hands.

-o-

I’ve been silent for quite a while, trying to deal with many things both happy and sad. The world continues to spin in its mad axis, and apparent evil on the seesaw with the seeming good. So here’s another day. We try. Again.

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