It is a perfect night for fireflies
but we have no fireflies
and no Northern Lights either
The cars shout their asphalt echo
As they stream across the valley
borne on their river of light
my dancing head scares me
reflected in a stop sign
who goes there?
the lady on the corner who is never home
paces on the phone
then loudly lock latches her door
My dog stares at this audible intrusion
gives her big dog bark
And mutters a few girly growls under her breath
We keep walking
Drinking our cups of liquid darkness
This thing is mostly complete
but we have no fireflies
and no Northern Lights either
The cars shout their asphalt echo
As they stream across the valley
borne on their river of light
my dancing head scares me
reflected in a stop sign
who goes there?
the lady on the corner who is never home
paces on the phone
then loudly lock latches her door
My dog stares at this audible intrusion
gives her big dog bark
And mutters a few girly growls under her breath
We keep walking
Drinking our cups of liquid darkness
This thing is mostly complete
