The Fourth Of July Poem by RIC BASTASA

she just called
from L.A.
It is the fourth
of July
a holiday and

true
as william
describes
it, the colors
of red
blue
yellow
orange
green
and
even
gold
glow

in the
dark skies of

liberty


fireworks
it is all
fireworks
nothing
but fireworks

she calls
they just
stay inside
the house
where the
white senior
citizen
is sleeping
and they
hope that
she may
not wake
up
and ask
them

what are
they doing?
who are
they
and why
they are
still
laughing

despite
the cold
wind
blowing
outside
the window
panes