after all the lights had died out behind the palisade park fireflies remembered to do exactly what they were supposed to memories were like coins that tumbled somersaulting through the deep down every well we threw them in until they came to the top again and out like the sun in your hair in your hair every month that ends its spin is picked up by the moon for keeping clean and safe from accidents sheltered from the elements but june is like an echo of the sounds we never made i swear they find me in my waking hours thirty days like poison flowers the wind in your hair like a sigh like a sigh with intermittent rain and shine the sky restarted six or seven times its blue because it sees all our infidelities we both know that its been so long im not sure what to say so i hope fireflies remember to do exactly what it was they used to