summer of sixty-nine
so we were roaming out back at twilight
swigging orangeade and
swatting fireflies into oblivion with the
palms of our hands
someone from the inside yells
‘you leave them insects alone’
and we said
‘damn your eyes’
they got no place else to go
out in the open field
children run half naked
fearing for their lives
pretending to be fireflies
steering clear of predators
holding mason jars high
july two thousand eighteen
copyright j matthew waters
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“damn your eyes” (!) love this.
poetic license my thanks to johnny cash or from whomever he took it from ;`)
burnin ring of fire ..say it with feeling…