(What is this, you ask? (and well you might) In a moment of silliness I posted an offer — still open — for the next 10 people who buy a copy of Cat Girl’s Day Off. Email me a receipt or picture and I’ll write you a poem. This one is for Cynthia, who bought the book on Kindle from Amazon and requested a poem “…in honour of our wonderful nation’s independence day celebrations…fireworks and rednecks”)
Ya’ll Watch This!
Oh, those famous last words,
those harbringers of doom
thick with brimstone and humidity,
shimmered in the heat
like a Mississippi mirage held in bay only
by the repeated application of sweet tea and popsicles.
Ya’ll watch this!
his face lit in equal measures
by joy, Budweiser,
and the reflected glow of star-spangled fireworks.
He lit the fuse.
Roman candles, bottle rockets,
silver spinners, shot tubes,
and a handful of sparklers for good measure,
all tied together into one makeshift rocket pack—
because everyone dreams of flying, don’t they?
It was a 4th of July no one would forget.