We were heathen children
dancing under the Ursa Major sky
salted with stars and flecked with fireflies.
Feet bare except the dust coating
as we left prints in the dirt road
disappearing where it met the asphalt.
Boys in jean cut-offs
white-blue strings frayed and knotted
hang down like denim tears.
Tight-fisted maypops closed
silent like the houses set back
off the street watch in disapproval.
We run wild in the night
laughing and screaming,
with luminescent firefly smears.
* Paganus, meaning "country dweller, rustic"
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