Fourth of July

by

Doug Larson

They dance forever
in my dreams. Santana
playing Latin rhythms
while the rockets of July
bloom jeweled flowers in the sky.

Liquor rich upon my lips
golden warmth spreading
outward to my fingertips
the worries of the world
dissolving in the night.

The musky smell of a Cuban cigar
blends with the sulfur smells
of hot fire fountains
and the sweet, waxy odor
of burning birthday candles.

The children twirl and dip
and spin upon the grass,
prancing and leaping
like wild horses dancing
in a cool summer rain.

They dance forever
in my dreams. Santana
playing Latin rhythms
while the rockets of July
bloom jeweled flowers in the sky.

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