Long Way Down — The Yellow Light

THE YELLOW LIGHT

that lined the hallway

buzzed like the lightning

bugs me and Shawn

used to catch when we were kids.

We scooped them

into washed-out mayo

jars four or five at a time.

Shawn would twist

the lid tight, and the

two of us would sit

on a bench and watch

them fly around,

bumping into each other,

trapped, until

one by one their lights went out.