July's Fireworks

Not storm! these rounded
vowels of heavy
thunder echoing
through the darkness on
clouds of smoke. Not guns!
these mortared thuds of
sonance lingering
in vibrating souls
and shaking the ground,
underfoot. Nay, it's
the announcement of
night flowers blooming
overhead on stalks
of light imprinted
on the eyes: the joy
of watching July's
fireworks exploding -
incredible voice,
the wonderful songs,
ones we see - and feel.

(c) 2006, Karla Dorman