One hot summer night
She sent him off with fireworks
Exploding mid-air
Reds and blues bursting
Sparklers lighting up the sky
Oohs and ahhhs ringing
She prayed he’d return
But the heat left when he did
Dark skies, quiet hearts
Tag: fireworks
Afternoon Wine
Not yet five o’clock on a holiday afternoon, but who’s counting?
Open a bottle of rich red wine, and let it breathe, as I breathe.
Deep, slow exhalations, anticipations, celebrations.
Firecrackers crackle across the lake, driving the cats under the bed.
Pour a deep glass, notes of lavender and wood smoke grace the tongue.
Lazy limbs, liquid limbed, one sip leads to a second, then third.
The sound of our beating hearts superimposed over the pop! pop! pop!
Independence day? Interdependence day.
Hold me until the sounds cease.
Patriotism
We used to wait for full darkness to light our sparklers, better, daddy said, to see them
Sizzle against the velvety night sky. Little hands clutched fiery sticks, frantically spouting
Brilliant illuminations of red, white, and blue in a dangerously fun display of patriotic
Zeal. The big fireworks followed: bottle rockets, Roman candles, fountains and snakes.
Daddy always lit the firecrackers. Bundled black cats rat-a-tat-tatting like Al Capone’s
Mob kicked off the show. Momma clutched me close, but she didn’t have to fret. My natural
Self-preservation instincts won the night. I was happy to watch the show within her grasp.
Thunderstorm on the 4th
is there anything
sadder on July the 4th
than a thunderstorm?
unused, the fireworks
await clear skies for glory
and rockets’ red glare.
distant crack sounds near
weather or firecracker’s boom?
bombs bursting in air.
Peace, people!
Praying for Eyebrowz 