Like a thousand tiny fireworks, random, no pattern
Like watching a city wake up - and then go to sleep again, from too far away to know it's a city
Like a thousand matches lit in a wind, sulfur hot in a flash
Like closing your eyes when sleep first beckons
and the flashes of a waking day still linger
Like the spontaneous laughter of children in spring greens
Like an animated sparkler
Projector lights mimicking the quick lives of stars,
celestial roamings against the blue-black darkness of a scant moon,
and the damp warm smells of the ascension into summer
Frogs singing, crickets keeping time,
and the luccioli provide my smiles.


Summer is here ladies and gentlemen.
S