I am Fireworks

They shoot me up into the sky I hear the crowd The young one’s voices screaming with delight uncomfortable laughter of the old ones They know how dangerous I am Not yet! I tell myself. Hold on. Not yet! POP! I fizzle down into gorgeous lights I never know my colors until the pop I am showering bits of glitzy prettiness into the sky My pieces sparkle and crackle I fan out like a fountain The oohing and ahhing of the crowd excites me Makes me want to do it again Alas, I only had one pop I fizzle to the earth, satisfied, now glad to die