Fireworks
1.
A scattering series of pops
in the middle of our small town
for an entire month of sound.
2.
Call them peony, crysanthemum,
willow, palm. Call them diadem,
horsetail, ring.
3.
A distant relative used to host a potluck
with his own explosive light show.
Us kids sat in the garage, played
Us kids sat in the garage, played
Dick Tracy on the Nintendo.
The adults played with fire.
The adults played with fire.
4.
Call them Black Cat,
Phantom, Brock’s Burning Bush.
Golden Shower Fountain.
5.
The old man at Kroger says,
if folks want to burn up
a couple hundred dollars, they could
just give it to me instead.
just give it to me instead.
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The old man at Kroger says,
if folks want to burn up
a couple hundred dollars, they could
just give it to me instead.
My sentiments exactly. Love the flowers, replaced with ugly fireworks. The children couldn’t care less it seems, entertained by video. I can almost smell the beer. I liked this very much.
This is tight! So vivid.
Oh I love this.
Great images!
Love the gradual crescendo of aggression. I’m with the kids and old man!
Have enjoyed reading your poems.
Thanks so much, Karen George! I’ve enjoyed reading your poems as well.