we had real fireworks.
firecrackers that
were bought
in North Carolina
by some
nefarious kids in
the city
who had connections
with a hillbilly Uncle
out of prison.
we had
strands of them
like bandoleros,
with fuses,
ready to blow things up.
we'd steal
matches from our
parents
and light them down
by the creek,
blowing up bottles
and cans,
parts of trees.
we'd scare the bejebies
out of the frogs
and squirrels.
we'd light them and throw
them into the air,
for the hell of it.
some of us today, still
have a few fingers left
and can see out
of at least one eyeball.
we kept the firemen
and paramedics busy that night.
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