IV

I'm going to believe those are fireflies I see above the trees of my house in the city. And I'm going to make up little stories about each of their little lives. Maybe when I close my eyes to sleep, they come down to the grass and sprinkle stardust amidst the dew. And I like to believe that this stardust stays on the lawn past morning light and onto noon. When I walk across my lawn, whenever it may be, I'll think the stardust sticks to my toes and magically becomes part of my soul. I'm going to believe I have stardust in my soul.