The Lady Stands Relaxed

Assimilates with fireworks in the sable blue sky, the luminous daffodil orb emitted from the statue’s torch - twin towers intact. Demi-towers stand tall as the celebrant colors sizzle and whiz, like exploding stars, overhead. The city “that never sleeps,” a memory candle framed over my mantle, hemming in New York Harbor with its endless billowing sails. Red, orange, yellow, snow-white, cerulean passion at its happiest peak. The Lady stands relaxed, welcoming, even the two ‘copters. No one’s unhinged, fearing for ash, no human wears a pair of wings. If only time stood still as a piece of art.