Turns out the fireworks
Were down by the river
Thinking I’d be just a stranger
Another emerges beside me
Talking about D.C. lights and fires
Roof-popping head level smoking
Suddenly added mortars
Are boom-firing behind us
He warns so we hunch-cover ears
And my kidneys ache from blasts
Exploding overhead so close that
Flaming-char chunks are evident
Pummeling between me and others
Could’ve set fire to a child’s blanket
A low-set car contributes atmosphere
Playing gang-bangin’ music – hilarious
Got the full emersive 3–D experience
Others regroup and we exit delirious
Candid Corvid Productions 