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I saw fireflies in a city park
like they were meant to be there.
Near the homeless people sitting
at the checkers tables,
it wasn’t a big local park either.
This wasn’t a place where you could lose yourself
or were in that perfect spot
where the tall buildings rooftops can’t peer down upon.
No, I could see the bar lights and taxicabs,
and then a wisp of flickering light before me,
graceful unlike any other bug.

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