Vintage 4th Vortex
Fireworks bulging from pocket decay --
Mostly the boys; but, a few girls held rockets.
Back-in-the-day, when it was still okay
To stick metallic cutlery in electric sockets.
The four corners cordoned off.
Block upon block awaiting dusk,
Impatient for that fiery cough
Of blockbuster, gunpowder musk.
And so it begins, for all ages and kin:
Tots sparkling in volcanic river lava;
Adults ignite pails of every which sin;
Eardrums assaulted, nerves of java.
Grasping hot candles and crackers in hand
We, being dumber than a dead-end,
Tear a gaping hole in the side of a friend.
It was a good day -- until the end....
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