And they all seem to light up the woods tonight. More than fire or the modern conveniences. Thirty kids, 12 adults, and me and you. I didn't know then that I was falling in love. There would be a faux Indian chief explaining the myth of nature. It is a myth. And a magician causing things to spark. I am sorry to say I would have to escaspe early. Me and Dan and a foursome of kids to the pond, and across. Kerosene soaked maxi-pads on metal pipe and lighters (before I went crazy) and across to the bottom-dwelling reeds on the other side. I don't know how we did it. Those kids were ready for smores and Cheetos and Coca-Cola and late night farting. Surely the rain was gonna fall. I would find myself with 15 kids in a dressing room smelling semi-fresh with chlorine and bowel movements. Burger grease still on my vegetarian hands (before I went crazy).
You would find yourself in another group, at that point. Across a cinder-blocked wall. We were innocents. Walking down a city street still amused at the trash vacuum man and machine in full city regalia. That's a today thing. Across a cinder-block wall I heard you silently calling out to me. No jade, no sarcastic twitch. I am here for the night no matter what.
I thought then that I would marry you, but the moment slipped away. We grew older. I became jaded with a sarcastic twitch. Smoking and drinking too much. I don't even remember what was said between us. I don't even remember what you look like. I just rememeber those fireflies and how they lit up the night. 'I don't know whether the blessing put a verse on the fireflies or the fireflies put a blessing on the verse.'
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