At the intersection of lightning bugs
And honeysuckle
We would sit in your yard
And you would smoke your cigar
The highway nearby
With speeding cars that sound like flies
And trains that rattle like thunder
Move on just as time does
And the scenes that were dreams
Remain so
It snowed today
The honeysuckle sleeps
Lightning bugs slumber
It’s the icy road of winter
No more the corner of summer
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“It's Amy,” I said. 
Love those little bugs! I see them less and less each summer.
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Me, too. Some of it is due to light pollution, some is due to pesticides.
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Yes! Definitely.
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