What shall I call you?
Midge? Mayfly? Lake fly? Bay fly?
You flit about at night
Wherever you find light
Like tiny fireworks on the Fourth of July
Like twirling ribbons from a miniature dance troupe
Like flakes falling on a snow-globe landscape
Like confetti at a birthday you’re celebrating on the porch
You jitter in the air because it is a part of you
You dance like there’s
no tomorrow because, well…for you…
What shall I call you?
Tonight, I shall call you glitter-fly
And silently applaud your sparkly show
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