Monday, July 30, 2012

July 4, 2012

City bus waving
the Red, White & Blue
heading downtown,
in every parking lot,
street corner, crack
of powder fireworks,
sons, fathers, daughters, mothers
(I'm alone) standing in groups
arms raised at the
sky, darkened children's faces
of the just now night, pointing upwards
into the aether,
grandmother gasping, girlish,
holding the shoulders of
granddaughter, lollipop mouth,
who looks away for a moment,

blank building store fronts
all dark & locked tight,
a boy on scooter weaving,
watching the spectacle above

a sweating 90 degree mid-
summer night,
a Happy Birthday America.

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