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As we came home last night, in the yard, suddenly were little drifting sparks... Fireflies! And that reminded me of this poem I wrote a few summers ago. LONG ISLAND SUMMERS I’d go back for just a moment, perhaps as long as one day and a night, enough, I think, to relish what I loved about Long Island summers: Scents of ragweed, seared grasses, almost-too-sweet roses in the heavy summer air… Glittering waters, hot, hot sand and tiny shells hiding in the drying seaweed margin of the tide… Early... Sign in to see full entry.