BEFORE THE FIREWORKS

The purple, pink
and orange hues,
sunsets for us
to marvel, not even
Afremov could bleed
such beauty,

Steel stretches
hindered
horizons past,
to be young and not
witness such wonder
is indeed a sin placed
upon the soul,
there,
in the urban hole,

small homes make space
for clearer skies,
color pallets of patience
and free reward,

a lounge chair
and popcorn as she sets
before the fireworks
in the evening sky.