I.B. Rad

Fireflies

Now, many years after, 
I still remember
watching car occupants
whizzing by 
and marveling at the revelation
that other's lives 
run, detached from mine;
that they'll wink in and out
like fireflies,
momentarily illuminating 
small corners 
of shared universe,
only to pan away 
and vanish.

© 2013 I.B. Rad

Like the Cold Light

Like the cold light
of twilight's fluttering firefly, 
an autumn ember sputters,
but rarely ignites.
 
© 2013 I.B. Rad

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