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Our Fireworks
This severe-heat-warning, 106-degree Fourth of July, You and I celebrate our independence From the countywide pyrotechnic displays, By staying inside your house, all afternoon and evening, Relaxing in its air-conditioned insularity, Reading, napping, talking, on the white leather sofas, Playing cribbage, at the kitchen table (Where dinner is a feast of fresh mixed berries, iced tea), Taking touching moments to page through an album You resurrected, yesterday, from the garage (Photos capturing that slender, enchantingly beautiful girl — You, as a teenager, with dancer's legs, cascading brown hair, From Avenue B, East Flatbush, Brooklyn), Listening to the melodic saxophone notes of Boney James, Finally lighting the bedroom candle, The two of us enraptured by the fireworks of its flickering, While the intimate minutes lapse into midnight, one, two, Passion's flashes leaving us gasping, gently.
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