On an afternoon walk I saw fireflies
17:23
Garlic vine flower buds a second before they bloom remind me of your untouched lips.
17:29
A red car parked over fresh green grass is a lady resting.
17:35
A slow afternoon, trike drivers patiently waiting, as if it was an hour before the bombs were dropped in 1945.
17:41
I saw him once more the tall deaf boy on his bike, envying him for the silence he holds forever.
17:43
In the midst of a crowd with fancy dresses I walked when you blew me a kiss wrapped in smoke.
18:00
This lovely green car reminds me of a snake out in the open after months in the undergrowth.
18:27
You have what they covet but in their desire to see it they can’t help but to laugh at you.
18:44
The trees told me to stop looking at their shadows because to look at their shadows is to look at them.
19:25
When fireflies hover around a lammpost are they blinded that they can’t see how beautiful they are?
Alternative:
do their tiny mouths blaze in joy?
do they also dream they can shine as bright as it?