There are fireflies...



there are fireflies

fireflies like bright eyes

bright eyes glowing

fading into morning

there are action man figures

hero figures broken by fathers

fathers like wet willies

stuck in round lug holes

there are ice-cream cones

cones like an apple

and strawberry sun shake

shakes with plastic straws

like a knight with his sword

there are paper sheets

sheets of crayon and inky paper

paper like mounds of dirty snow

snow moulded into glistening men

there are children

children like fireflies

bright and blissful

mischievous and wistful