Fireworks
I spread the blanket over
the damp grass,
smelling its fresh aroma
like spring just arriving.
We sit
The sun is down, but the sky is still dimly lit,
the color of ashes.
Before we know it, the stars are beginning to twinkle
and the moon is peering from a distant corner.
Then we hear the first snap
a crackle
a pop
like a giant bowl of Rice Krispies
and we know the fireworks will soon begin.
Suddenly your body is closer to mine
your arm around my shoulders
and the sky explodes into a display of brilliant colors
dazzling our eyes and ears
Roman candles rocket like comets;
And I find it strange that something so dangerous
can be so exciting and wonderful.
-MWE
February 1999
