Cities and suburbs, real and imaginary.

Tuesday, July 5, 2016

Sonnet #4

In China, children packed the powder down
They wrapped it in the colored scraps of paper
Not once will they come see us in our town
When the lights explode and starlight scampers.

We look down on them, the ones who light and keep
Our dogs so scared; there's veterans near,
We wish the sound would stop before we sleep,
We close our windows, close the blinds.

In China, children packed the powder down,
If it was wrong the powder might ignite,
The flimsy walls could go, the whole town
Crumbles, in the blast of all those lovely lights

It's fun with kids and boys our reckless boom
Laugh, and light the match and fill the room.

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