GUIDELINES 

FLASH
by Valerie Legare  

   A lone, familiar flash in the early
cooling night,
I see her glimmer,
her futile cry for company.
In search of her own

but alone

I guess.

Lost in privacy as the night
                     absconds with her.

A lonely,

thinning glimmer.
Here,
                  then there,

                       a passage of past,
                   a pleasure of present.

A symbol of freedom, and warmth,
now 
       too 
                 quickly
                                 ebbing. 

In search of her own, 

but alone,

      I guess.

How sad for her to be 

the last firefly of 

summer.

© 2007 Valerie Legare