a thin layer of withered crimson afterglow
is struggling off the stack black clouds
under which there is a cluster of woods,
which is as dark as the silhouette
after a sudden storm.
The perfume of the hay rolls nearby has faded
while the freshness of the soil and the grass roams.
The rainwater remaining on the tip of the grass
gets my bare feet so wet that
I shudder slightly.
A few fireflies holding their magic lanterns
flying in front of me kindly.
I am afraid that
the sparks are too faint and twinkling
to illuminate
my long way home.
Min Katherine Liu
Virginia Tech
WVArts Solitude
Summer 2016
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