There are those who live
like dark corner dwellers,
night sky sojourners
watching the others,
wishing to join them
knowing they can’t,
these scared little bugs,
glimpsing the world
over runaway shoulders,
fleeing the bite of
a hard steady gaze,
vanishing quickly
when looked at by they,
who crave sunny
beaches,
these perfect tan seekers
butterfly social clubs,
happy with other bugs,
unlike these fireflies,
dancing the corners
of indifferent eyes,
hurting no one
in particular.
© 2017 Ron Bennett