your roman candle
is wet.
it won't fire, bring flames
and sparkles
high into the air.
it's soggy
and cold, sitting out
in the yard
awaiting a match
to bring it back
to life.
its reluctance to be
happy is a curious thing,
but will pass
in time. not every day
or night
can be a holiday.
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