Firecrackers spark and sputter,
ashes land like comets; cupid
spits his venom hard and fills a
pool below the bridge before we
jump.
           Another castle in a
different part of France, another
broken-looking chair to hold my
broken-looking back. I told your
kids to look for shapes between the
edges of the cracks.
                                   I hope you
never find yourself and just keep
climbing 'til you fall. I hope our
teachers learn to kick us out for
riding on their backs.