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a new way of looking at... writings >> joe dobzynski jr. >> fireworks |
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the fire has been lit and the wick starts to burn. i had met her at a high school dance. the wick burns steadily toward the explosive. we had talked for quite a while after that. it burns with the same intensity as it counts down the seconds before detonation. she had celebrated my birthday with me and i was in a state of bliss. the wick was gone, the reaction had started. she invited me to meet her family. the rocket quivers slightly at the turmoil within it. the parents had gone to bed and i decided to leave. it began its ascendance into the atmosphere. she called out for me to wait. it climbs higher. she draws closer. higher. closer. the rocket stalls. apprehension. it explodes into a myriad of colors, textures, patterns she drew close to me... and i kissed her. the firework has dissipated into nothing. but she and i were ready to light another. |