mother’s unused canning jars
sit on shelves in the garage
dried fire flies in some
it was a sibling or I
who tried to capture light
and forgot to let it loose
before we were called inside
it only matters that mother
allowed us to use
her precious canning jars
to try to capture light
in our front lawn
on warm summer night
before we went to bed
12-17-23
My husband's poetry 
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