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Sex &
Fireworks--
the slow build, the
patience of
anticipation.
Darkening sky &
only silhouettes, bodies
lit in flashes,
appreciative
oohs &
ahhs.
The Grand Finale
comes in under 15 minutes--
no one
is disappointed--
lawn chairs & blankets,
bugspray &
the perfect spot,
all the preparations
only added to
the simple satisfaction--
the show delivered,
building from
slow to fast,
small to big,
finishing off
with a string of brilliant
sound & color
too fast to follow, each
explosion interlacing
with the next &
lasting longer than
expected.
Then-- silence.
Dusky dark blue sky
luminous from within,
trail of floating smoke
carried elegantly away
by the wind, then,
cheers--
tasteful applause
for expectations met,
for a flamboyant expression
of the American Dream.
Then--
cars start up
chairs are folded,
lights turn on,
the magic is over;
everyone goes home to their beds,
sleeps well
all through the night,
arms around
the ones they love.
Happy
4th of July.
-Rose Arrowsmith DeCoux, 4 July 2011
2 comments:
very nice piece, rose.
sex and fireworks are both things that have a high likelihood of commanding one's attention so completely that they can be like a form of meditation, some might even say, 'worship', when each party is fully present, enraptured and the rest of the world disappears.
Thanks, HL. I hadn't ever thought of fireworks as meditation, but it totally works for me. My thoughts (annoying and inspiring) burst into my mind in just that way--I think I'll appreciate them more with this image.
I think another connection here is that the appeal of both is so universal, so even though both are often intimate moments they also include everybody.
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