Let the Fireworks Begin
The star showers.
The wild flowerings.
The palm trees and peonies,
dahlias, chrysanthemums
of high-flying light;
The waterfalls
of sparks, colors.
The bright night-burnings
embering down
into dark.
The flashes
and shimmers
of earth-flung comets,
bracelets, diadems.
The rocketing arcs
you follow with wide-open eyes,
almost held-breath,
till you ohh and aah
from the outbursts
of silver and gold;
emerald, rose, rare blue.
Feel the ensuing booms
reverberate in your belly
as you lie face-to-sky
on a wide-spread blanket
easy and cozy with friends.
And savor all ~
amid the dangling spangles,
and wizzing, crackling,
whistling sounds ~
with innocent wonder.
Through the last fanfare:
the blazing, rousing finale;
the applause,
the drifting clouds
of smoke and contented crowds.
Colin Goedecke
Morristown, New Jersey
July 4th, 2016