Sunday, July 4, 2010

Flowers on a Grave

Fireworks are flowers
Quickly blooming, quick to die,
Far above our tallest towers
In the independent sky.

Fire flowers. To remember.
They flash as fast as we forget.
History in July or in September...
The clash of victory and regret.
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