Air is thick, grass is heavy green;
It's the beginning of July.
I can already hear the percussive
Resonance of preemptive display
For the celebratory night,
When there is no spare in the
Feast of light in the night skies.

Many a summer calls me here,
To join in the display of favor,
But none so awkward a holiday,
To be spending it alone after
Such a long while.
Being alone is a good thing.
Teaches you who you are,
Or are heading to be. Am I happy
With this outcome? Happen to chance
That someone I used to know was
Best suited for this accompaniment,
But that is all now the past.
Why dwell? I can let myself explode
Like a mortar shell in the darkness
And dissipate in a flicker of
Beautiful, impermanent flames.
We are temporary from the beginning;
Why try to counteract that notion?