This one is about fireworks exploding into the sky.
Explosions of colour
We watch sound
nightly,
spilling colours
undrawn,
collecting in
spirals of chalk
strewn bleeding
over the city.
It drips, this blazing
hue,
sparkling
iridescent ever,
and we rush to
collect it.
This vastness
parts like the sea
to let us in a
little to see it
blaze and burn,
the excitement
of it rising in
colours unspoken,
an explosion of
sound and sight,
taking the
night by surprise,
firing streaks into
the yawning sky.
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Vickie Johnstone, May 19, 2021
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