Wednesday, December 7, 2011



 









Fireworks

They slumber in their corners,
In soft light, till the wind lifts
Till a first spark propels them away.
Into the new century or year
They rise half blown, exploding sombreros,
Wide-brimmed hats, ribbons of colour.
Fireworks, caught in the moment,
Pulled into voluminous splays
Of fire, handwriting the night.
Adorned by the moon, and the soft
Hands of stars their memory
Drifts onto children’s faces their small
Fingers languidly pointing
To the sky.

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