The shards of fire splinter the anticipating sky
and a boom echoes throughout the vicinity as if it were an afterthought
The crashes from the explosions pound along to the beat of your heart,
like a bass drum that accompanies life
You stand anxiously waiting for the next splatter in the still air
And like a fallen star, it sparkles before its life recedes and it sinks into the gloom below,
to settle among the grass and asphalt until the next rainfall.