Last evening Chinese lanterns
Sailed to Canada in the
Windless night,
I watched the children's
Faces. They were mesmerized.
They are old enough to
Light the magic
Floaters and so they did.
We craned our necks to
Watch the lanterns lift gently high, to a
Thousand thousand feet,
Lofting, glowing, quiet, until gone,
Such small ephemera,
Small beautiful moments
We created in our meadow,
Bullfrogs tuning into their
Night fugue, and
We saw first fireflies.
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