Without Knowing That We Have Sought

They were something unique then
just the sight of them.

At a time of night
when even the cars had bid us leave
they walked under street lights
laughing with an energy
that felt
somehow borrowed.

That sort of thing
isn’t meant to last for long.
It’s the brilliant center
of a fire-lit sparkler
on a Fourth of July evening
the moment before it goes out.
It’s the heavy buzz
of an electric surge
the ear-shattering pop.

It’s the thing that we seek
without knowing
that we have sought.
Once found
we may grasp for it
even hold it for a time
but we should never be so callous
as to assume its permanence.


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