The Modern Dream

your multicolored celebration
saturating the blackened sky
smells an awful lot like
gunpowder and as I notice
the air is popping with
laughter and I wonder
if we are as delighted by
the actual sun as we are by
the red orange spark blend or
if we are as concerned by the
event as the smell and I want
to ask why disaster stories are
now considered trite or looked
over or overdone like grandmas
pecan pie the older she gets the
more burned are the edges and
we are somehow not bothered by
that because grandmas pies are
the american dream and the
american dream has no time
for unconquered tragedy.


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