"Those are fireflies," I tell my dog.

She's from West Texas,

And they don't have fireflies there.

You have to have trees and rain

And humidity to have fireflies.

There is a great value to emptiness.

I enjoy it.

I have room to dance like no one is looking,

For truly, no one is.

Fireflies are beautiful,

And I love the magical places

That they haunt.

But I love my West Texas, too,

And the magnificent ghosts

That tumble along through its emptiness.

-jenn