Fighting under blankets

midnight sky fading
frost billows with every breath
snow squeaks underfoot

like old bed springs
we played long into the night
when we were both young

now I am Israel
and you Palestine, a war
always imminent

we cling steadfastly
in sleep to mattress edges
giving up no land

holding on by principle
the whys nearly forgotten

More fireflies

another set of takes on the image from the other night…

along the treeline
thirty-six fireflies blink
Intermittently
lazily lit neon signs
advertisements for their wares

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blanketing the lawn
a fist full of fireflies
fallen shooting stars

wall flowers

fireflies hover
along the dark wooded edge
beckon silently