the fourth of julys past have held
hotdogs and hamburgers in buns, greasy
potato chips next to coleslaw,
soda cans dripping in exhaustion
while eyes strain in the dimming light
for spangles in the sky. bursting with
beads and sequins of exuberance
dancing just for my pleasure.
the first spent away from my
family, not gathered on a lawn blanket
beneath the stars, or listening
from a distance in our porch, had
spangles of a different sort in store,
held hands and faces, explorations
for new and exciting cuisine,
overindulgence of all senses, all necessary
and sufficient and then some. each
touch, each moment a new memory
bursting into existence.
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