Fireworks Poem by Aria Quimby

Fireworks



First
A far thud
Then the rocket
Climbs the air
A dull red flare
To hang, a moment,
Invisible, before
Its black shell cracks
And claps against the ears
Breaks and billows
Into bloom
Spilling down clear green sparks
Gold spears
Silent sliding silver waterfalls
And stars

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