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Friday, September 2, 2016

Fireworks

A thousand sparklers 
tore the night,
showered golden stars 

to the ground.

I raised a hand 
to catch the pretty
lights,

but it was dust 
that settled
on my palm.

The cheer  
that blossomed 
in my chest,

escaped my mouth
a soundless 
         "oh."

I forgot,
when fireworks         
  fall,
they fall as
 nothing

but soot. 

(an old, old poem. reworked)

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