Too Bright to See

It’s too dark out now to catch fireflies
She sighed, and while not quite right
Neither was it, I believe, a childish lie-
A cast line, rather, to catch who finds;
Inspired or not, now my knot to untie.

A bright child, how right she might be
In what she might have meant by that
So I didn’t blurt out, But it’s inaccurate!
(Lucy her name, her sense a light to me,
Delightful in innocence as child can be).

But that flash I caught was, I saw, ashes.
Minds need the right kind of light to see
In night so deep (so I watch as for auras
Or matches to strike); at my time of life
My mind, like all my sight, is in my eyes.

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