Fireworks
Fireworks. The Fourth of July. Music and cheers. At times I don't feel very patriotic, and the bursts of explosive light resemble too closely "the bombs bursting in air" over several nations of the world. All in all, though I enjoy the spontaneous glow and colorful displays.
Fireworks. Fireworks between people: sometimes meaning an argument, and sometimes meaning a romantic feeling. I prefer the latter. The spark-like emotion is passionate or on-fire, if you will.
My favorite fireworks are the ones that cling to the air for a little while and fall through the sky resembling a weeping-willow tree. They are slow, which is contrary to most explosions. Sometimes they continue to burst into smaller willow trees. It's a pyrotechnic wonder.
My favorite fireworks are my favorite relationships. They stick around for a while. There's an element of passionate explosion, and yet something slow and graceful about the way the stages of the relationship float through time.
Fireworks. Fireworks between people: sometimes meaning an argument, and sometimes meaning a romantic feeling. I prefer the latter. The spark-like emotion is passionate or on-fire, if you will.
My favorite fireworks are the ones that cling to the air for a little while and fall through the sky resembling a weeping-willow tree. They are slow, which is contrary to most explosions. Sometimes they continue to burst into smaller willow trees. It's a pyrotechnic wonder.
My favorite fireworks are my favorite relationships. They stick around for a while. There's an element of passionate explosion, and yet something slow and graceful about the way the stages of the relationship float through time.
posted by barbara at 9:35 PM
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