Between Two Rivers

Fireworks

An outburst.

Of the explosion
nothing remains.
Now I think of roses,

slower to rise;
blooms of color
shriveling into dry

ash falling to ground—
then the stench 
they leave behind.
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    rothpoetry

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      csquaredetc

      Haha, you may be onto something Dwight—life does have its spectacular moments (and mundane aftermaths)!

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        :>)

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