July 4th

On the lake,

frozen margarita clutched in one hand feeling like a millionaire.

Fireworks split the night with bursts of noise and colour

fiery comets quickly winking out of existence

Glassy black water reflects cascades of colour

momentary art on dark canvas.

The air sizzles, music rises to a crescendo

Floating crowds, necks craning, gasp in admiration and astonishment.

Back at the house, marshmallows toast on sharpened sticks over a roaring fire.

Burning logs spit orange sparks.

Lightning bugs flit past flashing secret Morse-code messages.

Sleep comes in the early hours; half drunk,

too exhausted to do more than huddle close beneath the thin sheets.


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