With open jars, we ran to
catch bright breaths of
shooting stars and
firefly lightning, zig
and zag of sparks in air,
our oohs and aahs.
We watched the sky
pinwheel around
moon cradle smile.
Exhausted arms
and lids on tight
we laughed goodnight.
Even now, my jar is full of
midsummer evening magic.
published in Sonnets to Sing
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