The Language of Light

Weaving a 'J' pattern through the sky
They speak in pulses of light
Bright yellow against the night
Turning darkness bright
This odd courtship such a delight
As they dance before my eyes
I giggle, my awe like a child
I wish I could comprehend
Their language is a mystery
Science studies them intimately
Making sense of the foreign
I thrill at the electric ballet
These fascinating fireflies
And what they have to say
So don't be surprised if every night
I thrill to the language of light. 

6/2/20

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