Memories floating in mind, seeing lightening bugs shining the way in evening's darkness, illuminating our paths so we can walk without falling over something unnoticed.
All the years spent in this nightly ritual, after moving to Arizona, we no longer got to follow and catch any of them, because Phoenix was too hot for them to survive.
Having to go to Flagstaff or up north to visit them again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem