Fireflies Poem by Scott J. Shepard

They held their hands high
To a low-lit electronic circuit
Night casts over them, yet it was young
Concern didn't stay through the dusk.

Like a million tribulations lost into the night
The lantern firefly's
let go to gentle winds

Cars hasten the expressways
Faster, then slower,
Exiting the scene

You see each of them
Like telegrams written to the stars

They age like wine
And they ask;
Could celebration last forever in their minds?
Without regret
They'll celebrate again.