FirefliesA Poem by MiriamMBI miss fireflies. In Ghana there were plenty.
Previous Version This is a previous version of Fireflies. Where I'm from, fireflies are stars that rain down from the sky they form a procession of light through the night, following the thick perfume of sea salt until they've found the pining the wretched the lonely hearts, and they lead them to places of peace the window sills of secret lovers to the glow of a coal pot roasting corn the home we hurriedly left and did not know how to return to.
But where I am now the wretched stay retching, the lonely stay lonely, and the lost stay lost because there is no perfume of salt in the air to pray the stars to rain down and the fireflies to come lead us where we need to be.
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