Fireworks started
popping off
each night
near sundown
in our neighborhood
from mid June
and kept up
well into August.
Early morning
when it was quiet
Dora drank
her coffee
out on the porch
entertained by
the thrashers
doing their back
and forth
feeding fledglings.
By seven-thirty
at the latest
I bicycled
a fifteen mile
loop to beat
the summer heat
and viewed
the burnt asphalt
and expended
cartridges
from the previous
night’s colorful
star-spangling
of the lower sky.
copyright © 2020 Kenneth P. Gurney
postscript
Okay. It is past the Fourth of July. But on 25 August fireworks woke me from sound sleep as a neighbor or neighborhood teens set them off. I find I am willing to put up with a couple days of fire works explosions around the fourth, but not past Bastille Day at the latest. Unfortunately, the police have proved unable to enforce any ordinances against fireworks or excessive noise (short-term mobile noise).
Enough whining.
Love & Light.
Kenneth
Umflop 