Our first family fourth
on American land
(Excepting the ones
with a newborn in hand.)
Up beyond bedtime,
we took a quick walk-
but didn’t get more
than halfway round the block.
When we saw the first sparkler
set off in the street.
We stopped for a while
and then took a seat.
It was was better than most,
this impromptu show.
(We don’t have much
to compare to, I know.)
A mix of enthrallment
and wonder it seems,
woven together
with squeals and screams…
The noise! I’d forgotten the deafening sound
a small shot of light
can make off of the ground.
I held a girl tight, covered tiny ears,
her frame against mine
to ward away fears.
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Each year I’m reminded
of fourths of time passed.
Just where and with whom
did we celebrate last?
This year is the same as I tuck it away
breathe deep through the smoke
to remember this day.
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