�The Fire Flies�

A Poem by Steven Pottle

When we dive we try everything to rise again
It’s strange when it’s a drink and a smile that gather us

Cool when the night lifts you twenty feet high
You can fly eye level with the street lamps
And the moths wonder who you are?

Brandy and Coke is my magic power
Just one drop takes me up to your windowsill
We throw our heads back and laugh open mouthed
Funny to fly like me, funny to be with you too…

So when we die we try everything to live again
It’s strange when it’s a drink and a smile that gather us up high.