the firetrucks
and paramedics
lined up
on the streets.
health workers.
they are ready to treat the burn
wounds from
those falling Roman candles,
rockets
and sparklers.
they are prepared to
put the fires out,
as the celebration
begins.
they have stomach
pumps
ready for those overdosing
on drugs
and alcohol,
and for those who overeat.
their bellies
bursting with hot
dogs
and watermelon,
ice cream and pickles.
they have gallons of Neosporin
ready,
bandages and gauze.
Imodium
and psychologists to help
them
after the smokey fog
blows away.
some say Thomas Jefferson
is rolling in
his grave.
perhaps so.
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