Lightning Bug Paradelle

    By S. Bauer-Zingg

    That summer, the fields dry

    That summer, the fields dry

    We ran about, and flew and chased at night

    We ran about, and flew and chased at night

    The fields that night dry and chaste

    Summer ran - we flew at and about

    Lightning bugs, low and near

    Lightning bugs, low and near

    Tucked into tight-lidded Mason jars

    Tucked into tight-lidded Mason jars

    Lightning lidded low into Mason jars

    Bugs tucked tight and near

    They were night lights among dried grass

    They were night lights among dried grass

    And jewelry, smudged into our skin

    And jewelry, smudged into our skin

    Jewelry skin - they were into and among dried grass

    Our smudged nightlights

    Low and near - they were into and among night

    Dried lightning -- lidded - chaste bugs

    And the fields ran dry

    And lights flew at night

    Mason jar jewelry - grass smudged about

    We tucked that summer tight into our skin