The way some fireflies
hide within the
obsidian grass, faking
the blinking signals
of cold heat, I waited
for you to want my offerings,
as badly as I wanted to give
them to you. Perhaps we shall
soon understand why.
George Cassidy Payne is a poet from Rochester, NY. His work has been included in such publications as the Hazmat Review, Moria Poetry Journal, Chronogram Journal, Ampersand Literary Review, The Angle at St. John Fisher College, and 3:16 Journal. George’s blogs, essays and letters have appeared in USA Today, The Wall Street Journal, The Atlantic, Havana Times, South China Morning Post, The Buffalo News, and more.
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