TFR Home Page TFR Home PageContents ContentsPrev. Page Prev. PageNext Page Next PageComments Comments

          Wilton Elba
          By Robert L. Welby

          A cool clear Friday evening
          three years into the latest banishment
          darkness finds me on the porch, waiting.
          I sit in the wicker rocking chair
          beneath the glow of the strange blue light bulb.

          A pair of dueling crickets
          serve and return their chirping whirrs
          diagonally across the front lawn.
          The fresh cut grass smells so green and vital.
          Above it, flying in secret orbits,
          fireflies constantly relocate their winking signals.

          Now and again, I have to evade
          the swoops of blundering moths.
          The blue light seems to confuse them.


TFR Home Page | Submission Guidelines | Frequently Asked Questions | Sign Our Guest Book | Contents | Donations
Workshops | Event Calendar | TFR Background | How to Contact Us | Editors and Authors Only | Privacy Statement


© Copyright 1997, 2024, The Fairfield Review Inc., All Rights Reserved.
Document last modified on: 01/06/2007

<script>
(function(i,s,o,g,r,a,m){i['GoogleAnalyticsObject']=r;i[r]=i[r]||function(){
(i[r].q=i[r].q||[]).push(arguments)},i[r].l=1*new Date();a=s.createElement(o),
m=s.getElementsByTagName(o)[0];a.async=1;a.src=g;m.parentNode.insertBefore(a,m)
})(window,document,'script','https://www.google-analytics.com/analytics.js','ga');

ga('create', 'UA-22493141-2', 'auto');
ga('send', 'pageview');

</script>