A Night's Sky On the 4th of July
placing a black
match on my
bottle rocket
she's a cherry
bomb with
two cones
on a motar
rack that
makes
my quarter
stack at
least
more than
that but
it's not
reloadable
nor a re
peater
as her ring
shell and
rising
tail take
in my
pistol
and mortar
tube like a
roman
candle doing
a few jumping
jacks at low level
expecting a
fountain of
glitter
fish fallout
in an ex
plosive
display of
her fuse
let loose
in a dahlia
and wet
peony
her fire and flare
confuse me as
to where
in the flurry of
her finale
i be
come
a
dud
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