Lights
On the Fourth of July
right after dark
across the valley fireworks flared
dainty brilliant blossoms
along the opposite hill
echoing booms blurred by the breeze.
A little later down the lane
we joined a party of fireflies.
Instead of waiting
they'd started without us.
“This would be, ”
you said,
“a good night to see a shooting star. ”
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