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07/05/08
The Fireworks
Last evening, we sat outside, in our backyard, Barbequing, sipping wine, Admiring the night-igniting daturas and nicotianas,
Relaxing, despite the erratic blasts of firecrackers Set off by Fourth of July amateurs Practicing their pyrotechnic craft...
Just the two of us, on our three secluded acres, Isolated from the neighboring country club Frantically dismantling the quietude, one shell at a time,
With myriad displays of eye-inspiring dazzlement, Phosphorescences exploding wildly, Setting the horizon on miles and miles of fire —
Skyrockets scattering incandescences earthward, Like exotic mimosas blossoming, dropping, Or drooping fuchsias preening, letting go, ingloriously.
Gradually, almost unconsciously, We witnessed a radical shift in the night's backlighting — A subtle upstaging by thousands of fireflies
Intermittently flashing their yellow-green lanterns, Celebrating nature's freedom-day More memorably, movingly, than anything we'd seen.
07/05/08
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