The first lightning bugs
have started their dance
in the field across the road.
Every inspired flash
is like a tiny lighthouse
frantic to find a true companion
lost in the vortex of chirping peepers
and cyclone of mystery that awakens,
passionate and hovering softly.
The compass is not lost in this voyage
toward love. The night is thick with hope
for those who think
they might know
the way home.
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