Tonight, the crowd was silent during the fireworks.
No hooting, no cheering, not even an occasional "Ahhhhh."
Solemn, like a funeral. Tonight is the last time I will walk
forty yards from my father's front door to the neighbor's house,
where we have the prime view of the colors rising and falling
over the high school. I was quiet too. And surprised that
I noticed the trails of the fireworks the most.
The long arms tendrils of smoke drifting towards downtown.
Like that octopus image after the Challenger explosion,
when we knew that something horrible was happening,
we just did not know what it was or what we should do.
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