Impatient Fireflies
In May, persistent sun does charitably glance
through larches to warm molted mountain snow
in wallows where the luminescent beetles dance
indecent pirouettes. The marshy meadows glow
from fertile bugs, skirts upraised, begging for romance,
rushed by impending death to never say no.
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