1. Letter to Longing

    *Eat something*, you say to your child.
    *Dry your tears*. And if in the legend the birds
    flew over without stopping, building a bridge
    out of air to yoke one here to another there?
    For years, all that humming overhead.
    Every morning, the hard bread you dip
    into the coffee and put in your mouth.
    You say, *It can’t be long now*. The firefly
    nourishes itself with so very little light.
    What does it pine for, all night in the woods?

    ~ Luisa A. Igloria
    04 07 2011

    1. Please.     Please.     Please.
      The firefly pines for heat
      instead of light.

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