Sunset on the Fourth of July: A Poem

I listen to explosions,
booms celebrating America's birthday.

I watch the sun descend,
behind the western mountains
and I smile.

Memories
of my childhood
in Blackwell, Oklahoman,
as I listen to firecrackers and what
sounds like cherry bombs.

Is someone in my neighborhood,
igniting fireworks
that are not safe and sane;
I wonder,
I glance nervously
out my living room window,
but  all I hear are the booms
reverberating though the Las Vegas.