THE EVENING OF THE 4th

On the evening of the 4th of July
I expect to sit in an Adirondak chair
and watch fireflies punctuate
the emerging darkness.

I’ll listen to a symphony by cicadas.
As  the dusk begins to deepen
I’ll look above and see the stars.
I’ll not go far for this enjoyment
and when it’s done
they’ll not be many steps to take
until I’ll  find my place and go to sleep.
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