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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
Copyright ©
Caren Krutsinger
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