By Jack Black
Date: 2 June 2000
Independence Day
I've just returned from the fireworks,
and everywhere downtown
people make their own meek imitations,
lighting modest bottle rockets in backyards and parking lots.
I watch each tiny light ascend
to see what it will do.
What sort of shape will it have,
what color and sound?
After you, I looked at all women differently,
to see what would happen.
Would they light the night sky like
you lit it for me,
the brief, powerful, color fading fast,
leaving only the skeletons made of smoke?
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