Monday, April 11, 2016

Fourth of July, 1998

Explosions are not always painful

After we changed, canons argued
in the field while smoke puffed like breath

The guy who played General Lee said
it was music to his ears

When the battle ended, we sat on the hill
and listened to the marching band

At night, the fireworks came:
afterimages of smoke drooped
toward peoples’ smiles

You started clapping