Fourth of July

The streetlights flicker, set to humming
Like mosquitoes in the amber night
Of tree frogs and fireworks, unforked lightning,
Spine-tickling rivulets of sweat.
This is the stuff, I think, this the life  
I recall from my youth by the ocean,  
Days of marsh grass and the sun’s gold-leaf,
Heinekens, Merits, the soulful motion
Of lights across the bay. A couple there
Sits down to the Mets, the moon moves on,
The smoke from the barbecue drifts clear,
But then a coal ignites again.
All at once the heart leaps higher
To think of us rekindling as fire.

Daniel Sheehan

Daniel Sheehan is a journalist in eastern Pennsylvania. He has had poems published in First Things, Dappled Things and other journals. A number of his poems have been printed in limited edition illustrated booklets by Prehensile Pencil Publications/New Feral Press of New York.

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