Watching fireworks through the trees
Flying flames highlighting lobed leaves
With every burst nature’s revealed
Pulsing as the embers cartwheel
Safe from the rain beneath the boughs
Still able to see all the wows
Watching folks high-end to low-brow
What brings crowds to watch explosions?
They’d run from dynamite or guns
Colorful blasts get aaaahs and ooohs
Somehow these explosions amuse.
(A Puente Poem)