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My love always loved fireflies.

So when she was told her days were few,
what harm would come if I tinkered
in her dying form?

I did it to please her.

Her genes code now for luciferase
and she glows to herself
in her bed, the soft warm

slow flash calling me

into the dark room
to lie beside her
and dream endless summer.



William Keckler

Writer, visual artist. Books include Sanskrit of the Body, which won in the U.S. National Poetry Series (Penguin).