July Sky Spectacle

Night
with smoldering gunpowder,
sparking sparklers, flaming fires...
 
deviled eggs
in wicker-woven baskets
have long ago disintegrated
into mayonnaise molecules
while fireworks overhead
disperse themselves into
scorched dust.
 
Shaken pop contents
erupt and make a leap
out of your hand, like
the fireworks that bound
from the launching
tube and spew their colors
everywhere.
 
Screech owls
sound their eerie call
in forest abodes and
the clear screaming fireworks
answer them quickly,
crying eeee!
to the heavens.
 
Now red, white,
and blue daisies
blossom suddenly,
but wither, and their
petals fall to the
Four Stars.
 
Solitary red and green grapes
fall from paper plates, streaking towards
the ground as beginnings of
fireworks rise,
climbing up
the sky.
 
Now booms and
bangs reverberate
across unseen plains,
and with a final sparkle,
Fourth of July has slid
from our grasp.

Through the 3rd Eye was supported in its inception by the Grand Rapids Humanities Council and is currently made possible by continued volunteer effort and private support. Copyright 2013.