Drawn by loud and bright
things, they fill the city on
Independence Day.
Circling cars stop, and
people get out at the first
boom and flash above.
Bright colors distract—
eyes closed, nothing but the deep,
fearful explosions.
Fireworks’ booms, they
echo sounds of war, far from
tonight’s street party.
A city stops, as
people fill the street: colors
bloom in the night sky.
Independence Day:
freedom of assembly, right
here, now, on my block.
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