Sparks fly.
It's those ******
cliche fireworks
everyone walks about,
and you're definitely
my Fourth of July.
My own personal arsenal
of innocent explosions
(and not-so-innocent ones)
to take from
as I please.
I'm so fascinated,
infatuated,
by the lights, patters
sounds your radiance
never fails to show me.
Just when I thought
I'd seen it all,
figured out your show,
you switched it up,
re-earned my attention.
Again, I'm sitting here
watching your brilliance
light up my sky,
enjoying my Fourth of July
every day of the year.