July Midnight

Fireflies flicker in the tops of trees. Flicker in the lower branches. Skim along the ground. Over the moon-white lilies Is a flashing and ceasing of small, lemon-green stars.

As you lean against me, Moon-white, The air all about you Is slit, and pricked, and pointed with sparkles of lemon-green flame Starting out of a background of vague, blue trees.