Followed the prompt for the sun rising in the west...
Fire Flies
At night fire flies emerge
from the west
like a hundred suns.
They warm
the night into day,
glow and
move through the trees,
lighting up the
corners and spaces
that the sun
forgets in the day.
They wash
the night clean,
letting time
quiet and soften.
They confuse
the earth’s turn,
making darkness
into dawn;
all the suns
rise and hover.
It’s so easy
to capture a whole star
in a glass jar
and then let it go
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