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Happy

                                                                  

This isn't just any old ordinary Saturday;

It's Independence Day, in small-town U.S.A.,

Where, now, at a table outdoors, at the Lawn Beach Inn,

 

I have an overview of the public swimming area, below,

And the sward reaching up, from it.

Two hours before the long-awaited fireworks display,

 

Spectators have staked claims to their real estate,

By anchoring folding chairs, speading blankets, on the grass.

Music drifts my way, from Phoenix Rising, on Waterfront Drive.

 

The twilight sky is luminously indigo;

A near-full gauzy moon is visibling itself exquisitely.

Suddenly, a droning pontoon plane lifts off the sedate lake,

 

Reminding me of the two fighters that did a raucous flyover,

Ten hours earlier,

When the Dragin' Tail Run/Walk had barely concluded,

 

The colorful, high-octane, wave-pounding speedboats,

Along with the jet skis and pleasure craft,

Hadn't taken to the water, terrifying the wailing loons,

 

And the parade of vehicles, floats, townsfolk hadn't formed.

As the moon rises, its mesmerizing brightness

Extends, from the far shore, into my twinkling eyes.

 

As I sit here, excited for the pyrotechnics to ignite the night,

I realize what this day means to me:

I'm just happy being here...being happy, here.

 

                    

 

 

 

                                               

 

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