FOURTH OF JULY

FOURTH OF JULY

Summers by the river

Dirt roads cross the river town

Hill leads to the valley below

The heat piles up

Sweat trickles down

Friends gather

Look over the baseball mound

Wait for the sound

Of the first exploding star

That sprinkles down

Heat piles up

A breeze floats across the field

Lifts the swelter a little

As insects join

To bother all those sitters

The crack comes after

Each sparkle decorates the sky

From driveways and fields

All blown asunder

As the speculation mounts

Will the highbrows win today

Will Frog Town sally forth

Show their prowess to the rich

Confront the moneyed

With their lights and explosions

The cheers will rise above the mound

The votes counted

The winner is

That small “floater”

That comes from nowhere

Burns out and lands in a place

Determined by the wind

Destination unknown

A surprise object

On a walk across a field someday