Saturday, July 10, 2010

At dusk
just before the
street lights buzz,
the fireflies dance
and the crickets chirp
in sync with their flicker.
The drooping trees
and climbing bushes
add to the ambiance:
creating what should be
a magical land
full of awe and wonder.
But the graveness of reality
overpowers any wish of fantasy
and extinguishes
the fireflies' magic
and silences the crickets' chirp
to a mere drone
of dead weight and
disillusion.