Scene 125: Toy Satisfaction

You would catch the fireflies

drinking their lights

and breathing the flutter

eating the star dyes

and skimming soft water

You would tell me the stories

of the lights in the orbs

minuscule galaxies

of minuscule glories

and vertical axes

You would give me the light

in the palm of my hand

you would smile so bright

at the little glowing land

and you would be pleased with yourself

with a pocket world on a shelf