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.
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