Stanzas in the Sky

July 4th, 2024

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Happy 4th to those who celebrate! Watching Macy's fireworks show on the Hudson from my living room, I thought I'd relive some moments through a poem. It's been a minute since I've written one so why not. Hope you enjoy. ​

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Stanzas in the Sky

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The obsidian sky cracks open,

powder constellations bloom. 

Souls gather, faces held upward, 

seeking meaning in blended colors.​

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With each burst: 

a whisper, 

a held breath, 

a naive sky pregnant with possibilities, 

then a roar. vicious beauty is born,

releasing life into the void.  

​and fading ghosts of light linger. 

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With each burst:

a question​

Who am I in this moment?

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red, white, blue -- hues of division and unity

I watch -- splintered and aligned. 

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