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Private Celebration

Whirlwind
Of summer embers
Stirs up
From the un-mowed grass

Swept by the brooms of July 4th fireworks
Booming distant in the furled city

Up high
To the tree tops
The fire flies rise

To the hunger of bats that swoop as spoons
Banging the pan of moon

More than enough for all
The stars
Lightning bugs
Moonbeams and bean wings

Consciousness everywhere

Our heads tilt
On their cracked bodies

Statues
Still standing
For a longer whisper
In the ancient gallery of this summer

My wife her husband
Hands freed from our marble robes

We
Ignite and hold
The gold of a sparkler

Close to our faces.

Copyright © Robert Trezise Jr.

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