FIRE WORKS (Postcard Poetry)

He filled the room with lightning bugs, kept in mason jars lined with love letters.

He nourished them with wine and spoken words of poetry until their hearts synched with his own.

And then, one moonless night in August, he released them to the dark where they silently spelled her name against the blackboard of the sky.

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