poetry

Night Lights


Pajama-clad kids uninhibited perform a moon dance choreographed by fire flies.The cool grass carpet cushions shoeless feetduring their nocturnal hunt.Tiny illuminations draw wide-eyed facesinto the twilight with arms outstretched.There! No, there!Still in pursuit, small hands pull at the airto coax the drifters downward.As bedtime approaches,clean mayonnaise jars with hole punched lids sit empty.Among the dark trees, a cupped handgently stops a lighted flightand is tickled by its catch.A flash, maybe two,before it launches into the night sky.

Deborah Ortiz