a marking point

that

was a good one,

she says,

pointing to the sky

at the blossom

of lights

cascading

outward

then down,

the crisp bang then

boom

above,

but below

the clouds. the showers

of

greens and white,

reds

and yellows.

blue.

we stay until the end,

standing for

the grand finale,

to clap and shout.

then we roll

up our blanket,

to head home.

with summer officially

half over.