When The Fireflies Return

We mourn the passing of nature, but forget that its stories live on all around us.

About fireflies,
The city barely remembers
When they came last;
Their old tree dwellings
Have given way to tall stone buildings.
Little boys thought the trees would stay;
But one day steel cranes moved in, rooting them out.

Kenju will never get to see
Fireflies turn up and shine on a sweet
Smelling blossom or declare the gorgeousness
Of ripening breadfruit.
Evenings, the young trees at the yard may be dark;
Yet he need not wish
Nor pray that fireflies come back.
The storybooks carry them glowing
In the cardboard gardens and forests,
Lighting the night
Of sterile dust and air.


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