flit and flutter through the woods,
just begging to be
chased and caught.
scatter here and there through the fading twilight,
decorating the darkness
of an Illinois summer's night.
Catching lightning bugs
brings back memories of southern summer nights,
when we darted across damp grass,
tightly clutching our gleaming mason jars.
It feels like
Christmas in the middle of June,
and the heart of
in my chest.