close the camps

we set the zucchini (green and yellow)
carefully in the crates
so as to not scratch their soft surfaces
standing at the intersection of jefferson and main
with posters that read
keep families together
close the camps
and the like

along with a good crowd for a small town
heartened by the supportive honks
and enduring the middle fingers and the fuck you, hippies

how the blinky light
of a firefly
on the office room window
as seen from the office room
lures me to look up
to look out
at a whole twinkling swarm of them
drifting among the trees on the back hill