Last call for fireflies
by Barbara Purbaugh


At the edge of the field, their lights blink
as they call for a mate.
But, these are the unlucky fireflies.
Late in August,
the mating season is ending,
but still they blink,
hopefully,
though their chances grow dimmer and dimmer
in the lavender dusk.






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