Vibrant lights die to live in the night sky
Flashes of color testament to their short lives
Bright bangs of red, blue, green, and gold
Sparkling flames against a backdrop of ink
A flare of light, a whistling scream
And then Pop!
An explosion of patriotic passion
Followed by a smoky plume
A hazy palmetto in the palmetto heavens
And by the time the aroma reaches you
That sweet, acrid, burning scent
The excitement has begun anew
Happy 4th of July!