INDEPENDENCE DAY

An indiscernible hourglass overturns
As two players stake their places
Intentions clean and
Defenses hanging
BOOM.
They’re off.

A harbored sadness slenders
When couple does way with heed
Belly laughs
And anxiousness
BANG.
The dust…

An expected inquiry arises
As one shifts in picnic seat
Flags wave as
Fingers recoil
BAM.
It’s gone.

Before that time at Weaver Street
Until that night on patterned sheet
Upon that day you stroked my face
With a wetted yellow cloth

Before that time in my gravel drive
Until that storm that made me cry
Upon the day after the 4th
When we asked the hardest ones

And we answered it was done.