#79 happy good luck day

for every lightning bug there’s a streak of light he’s a freak of night the junebug dreams of a winter that he’ll never ever see the katydid knows what katy did the mantis on my window is not afraid of me but why she prays i don’t know what sins has she if we could take a deep breath and squeeze our hands tight we’d lift ourselves up and float in the night then like bubbles to the surface we’d rise truth never forgets it’s always on time it hides under your clothes it has no regrets bhagiti 7.7.07 perrysburg, oh