Today's poem is by Rage Hezekiah

Glimmer
       

We control so little. Last
night in the suburbs, I woke
to a firefly, trapped

in my room, emerged
from deep sleep to see
her flickered glow & knew

I couldn't save her. Maybe
I was meant to wake
to her pulsing green light

above my bed. A siren song
for everything unmine—
the abundance I've been given.

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