The Fourth of July has always been one of my favorite holidays, for a few reasons:
- Patriotism.
- Barbecues.
- Lighting things on fire.
- Marveling at the star-like quality of things on fire.
Trailblazer
On expendable wings it shoots,
a comet in reverse,
springing from the concrete in a lopsided corkscrew
trailing tiny bits of itself
and wisps of burned-up rocket fuel
before reaching the zenith of its flight
in one final, brilliant spray
of showering sparks,
and
abandoning its doomed quest to pierce the clouds,
retracing its path
to the ground,
now just a fluttering scrap of cardboard,
all the fizzling flare drained out of it
to make room for one heck of a story.
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