The Fourth

by jonnahzkennedy

A short post, a short toast. Coke, beer, and fireworks glitter on the dark surface of a lake at night, and all the stars are dark in the face of the spectacular, flaming palms that sprout up in the sky in a brilliant banner of red, white, and blue; Springsteen is the best, hell yes, and the ghosts of centuries past dance to the sound of music unknown to them, celebrating a victory long ago won, but still celebrated as though it had only happened earlier that day. Happy Fourth.