The men dance with their wives
like they’re head over heels
in love, but it’s the drinking. Boys
with firecrackers that “holy-shit”
and “oh-shit” get off scot-free
because it’s a holiday
and everybody’s easy
and moms act like girls. Tonight
the fireworks will be heard
all the way from downtown,
but sound like they are
right in Aunt Eartha’s backyard
where ‘squitos and flies swarm
amongst us kin and the grill
is still hot and fathers
let young daughters drink
from their booze-filled cups.
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Really like this, Melissa, you can almost hear the music and the sizzling grill.
Love it! Especially love the holy shittin oh shittin boys with the firecrackers
Thanks y’all.
wonderful. so evocative. love it.
Thanks!
let’s party! really feel the dancing, the tippsiness. peace…
Nice piece, simple, down-to-earth and totally realistic. I like the mixture of age, gender and relationships which gives a “whole family” feel. The title fixes the location, but apart from Aunt Eartha’s name, this piece has a universal feel of celebration and excess and could almost be anywhere. Bet it was fun to write as well!
Thanks for the detailed review. Love it.
I coulda left out the Eartha. If I revise it, I might.
Yeah it was fun to write. Just a silly little poem.
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You can feel how fun it was to write this, rode on that energy to the end…
Yep. It was fun and easy and quick to write.
Vivid imagery, sounds, and tastes. I enjoy this slice of Americana on the Fourth. Good job, Melissa.
Thanks Michael.
I can’t wait for July to come –my favorite month.
Thanks y’all.