Independence Day

Sparklers flaring

A burn on my arm

I stick with snakes

for years after that

 

Breakfast at Wimbledon

Glorious Sundays when

American gents have

tussled before Brits

 

Fire truck siren

circles the park

leading a parade of

crêpe paper spokes

 

Capitol lawn

sprawled with Riesling

Stars & Stripes

(and traffic) Forever

 

Miniature flags

in pots on the porch

Red, white and blue

We’re home, We’re free

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A “list” poem, prompted by Margo Roby. Thanks, Margo!