4th of July

Darkness is coming
so we gather wood
on the beach to
build our fire.
The flames are lovely and
though we are not alone here,
we might as well be.
The darkness protects us.
We light leftover fireworks
one by one throwing them
towards the water
in the dark
watching as they spin
and burn out.
Then our ordinary show
becomes remarkable
when a wave coming closer
with the incoming tide
takes one, still lit, and
carries it toward the sea.
It is still spinning as it floats away.
We watch the sparks become smaller
and it seems a long time
before she sinks.