fireworks blacken the night's shadow
a wolf howls at five helium balloons
huddling in the sky above
Below a four year-old cries for her lost balloon
a ghost is trapped under tawny pebbles
a slight man encloses his wife's sinking
stomach with his thin arms as they drift
away
Ordinarily, rockets do not ruin the spectacle
of the fireworks
A woman lives inside a glass jar
her grace stifled
she has three pin holes for air
inside her translucent world
she plants roses, lilacs too
She is blind to the falling rocket
The plants sustain her breath,
their colors deepen and grow
she fashions wings of sewed petals
and flies away
the only darkness she allows in
is the midnight sky
The man having no target for his pain,
buries himself with cigarettes
in his basement
Her lilacs and roses flourish
Her freedom from the past tarnished
by lingering blood
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