From March 24, 2009

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Waving to me
From your good-bye window
I catch the scent
Of this last hurrah
A Fourth-of-July
Grand finale
Complete with the
Bombs bursting in air
Powder and energy
Heat and purpose
Destroyed in a flash
Clouded by the sulfur scent
Washing the air dirty
And you wave to me
Mouthing the words
I cannot hear
Words I don’t want to hear
From silent lips speaking
This final message
Ringing in my ears
Is this all?
All this is?
It is gone