Poem 20150705

everything comes out on
independence day

and it all comes out in
the dark

illuminated by old men
in swim trunks

illuminated by remembering
the dead

illuminated by kids with glow bracelets
because fireworks are banned

(though you hear the illegal m-80s
exploding all night long)

watered down with beer
baked with too much sun

filled to bursting with hot dogs
and burges and barbecue

and finally an inevitable tumble
down a hill, face first into a wall

but the miracle of the lights
and the thundering booms

and the excited animal sounds
of the children watching

pure in excitement, redeem it
not only in america, you think