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Mason jars.

Squealing voices, "I got one, I got one!"

Blinking, floating lights

Muggy, warm, evening air.

The heavy perfume of lilacs on the lilting breeze.

We run across dewdropped lawns,

Mown and groomed to perfection,

I try to dance the dance.

To float and move as gracefully

as those lights.

Just out of reach of children.

Like so many other things.

I never caught any,

They all got away.

The tangible vision of childhood dreams.

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