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Lightning Bugs
Remember seeing
lightning bugs as a child?
That first one, a glimmer upon the
humid, damp tar-black skies as
heavy as a washcloth over your eyes.
And then gone.
You catch a number, and although the light fades, the first one
will always burn the brightest in your memory
like the flash from a camera.
Or my memory of you.
Megan Coxe has just returned to Texas from a sabbatical year in Almerķa, Spain as an assistant English teacher, to be plunged back into American life. Now she splits her time pursuing an MA in Hispanic Literature at the University of Texas, coping with the unexpected return to her birthplace, and plotting her next international escape. Her work is forthcoming in Yes, Poetry.
Email: Megan Coxe
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