Fireworks

On the 4th, downtown, we watch fireworks.
We park in the post office dungeon, climb to the roof.
First, we take an elevator to the top,
then walk into this fanning room; it is so dark
it is like night without a moon.
 
We walk in, then Dad uses his key
to open the door to the roof. The steps are like
they're made for giants to use. They're especially hard
to climb since we have chairs to carry.
When we all get settled on the roof,
we still have about 10 minutes till the fireworks start.
I pass time by watching people on the bridge
and people on other roofs.
 
In the distance we can see the city
of Wyoming’s fireworks. Our fireworks finally start.
The fireworks are huge and amazing, loud too.
It seems like they're so close up
that you can pull your hand into the darkness
and grab them. Some are pretty and multi-colored.
I personally like the ones that are quiet
and go up, explode, and make swivels in the sky.
 
If you look down at the bridge
where they shoot them off, you can see them
shoot off the big ones. Then they disappear
in the clouds of sulfur smoke. I enjoy it so much,
then it stops. The finale isn’t that good.
My mom says they're better finales in the middle.
Then we pack up our things, go down the stairs,
carefully back down the elevator, hop into our car
and drive home. Once we get there, my dad shoots off
a couple big ones, and for the last one I can hear
my friend shout,"Pretty!" The night is fun.
 
Emily Nelson