Fireworks
The Forth of July starts with cold breakfast these days.
No work today so nothing pays.
I wanted to enjoy some burgers by the grill.
But it wasn’t working, still.
We never fixed anything from last year.
So we bought burgers for nothing, I fear.
But when I settled in at dusk.
Feeling like not much more than a husk.
I heard a “pop” in the distance appear.
Saw the first firework of the year.
People gathered outside on their patios.
Which pulled me out of my depressed throes.
My neighbor offered a hot dog he grilled.
I admit to being a little thrilled.
Gave him my patties that I didn’t get to grill up.
My friend a few doors down popped in and asked “What’s up?”
The fireworks no longer were startling anymore.
At least until the encore.
As we cheered and enjoyed the food we made together.
Started to feel a friendly tether.
And just when the last burst of color went away.
We started to chatter about our day.
And just when we ran out of conversation.
The actual last firework burst and there was a standing ovation!
The Forth of July ends with a friendly wave.
Even the children seemed to behave.
What I hate to think about the most?
Is that the day started with cold, burnt toast!
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