A long ride home from sunny
shores to the Bluegrass
Haze saturating dusk air
creating chronic stupor in Kentucky summer
A lightning bug splat on the windshield
its butt fading from yellow to nothing at all
Eyes closing here
opening there in bug heaven
My own eyes close here
open there in childhood paradise
seeing myself catch flashes
of light for a jar of safekeeping 
A new stupor of my own making
in the wake of fresh beach memories