fireworks popboombang! above us,
illuminating the world just barely.
the moon glows from above the tall, tall
evergreen tree, bright and close and
blinding. (i've always loved crescents.)
the grass is wet from the pervious rainstorm
and parts of it are colored thanks to
smoke bombs. (you & i danced in the purple,
blue, green haze, the best dance of my life.)

your arms are firm around my waist,
holding me flush against you.
our fingers tangle together as we watch
the rainbow explode above us, showering
down & igniting bits of grass for splitseconds.

they said there'd be fireworks
when we kissed.

AN: happy late (or really, really, early) fourth of july.
hope yours was as great as mine was!