Last Night of June
An open window. A car door closing.
Air conditioning units like busy administrators
process the night’s papers. Fireflies rise:
It’s the buoyancy of knowing you don’t have long.
An open window. A car door closing.
Air conditioning units like busy administrators
process the night’s papers. Fireflies rise:
It’s the buoyancy of knowing you don’t have long.
intriguing photo as well…
Thank you, Maureen. Just took it outside the front porch. Seemed to fit the mood.
That last line and a half!!! Something I’ll sleep deeply with tonight, such a potent little poem!
Thank you, Lynne.
Don’t have long for what Jeff….are you sick?
I wasn’t sure at the meaning and I had to ask–
No no, sorry, I am fine. Though it is about how apprehending the brevity of your life can have a strange lightening effect.
I usually don’t ask, and just take it however I interpret it but I wanted to be sure you were okay
Thank you for helping me understand the poem–
It’s really beautiful….anytime fireflies are present, there is something magical happening
True.
Now I’ll always think of air conditioning units as busy administrators processing night’s papers.