Those muggy summer nights laying on our backs
Small clumplets of grass, a scarcity as they were.
The aroma of exhaust fumes and the stench of people,
People upon people, upon people,
Experiencing a night quite like mine, but exactly different.
The warmth enveloped between the buildings lingers around the people.
The feel of the crash as the fireworks crackle, as if hitting a wall.
Then the sparkling array of colors, shapes, and style.
It makes me forget my surroundings and lay in awe at the light show,
Feeling the calmness of a dissipating firework tonight.
7/4/2002
