The Fireworks
By
Laura Boss
On the Fourth of July,
in my tiny apartment
in a hi- rise
perched above the Hudson River on the New Jersey side,
the Macy’s fireworks
exploded like crescendos
of patriotic drum roles
zooming toward my window
where my Bichon howled
and my boyfriend sulked
as inside my bedroom
the tv played Sousa marches
and I thought
“Next year let me watch it alone.”