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Fireworks

They let the fireworks
illuminate their somber evening.
They cheered and watched
the transient sparks…
green, blue and red,
sometimes golden,
the untainted colour
of a child’s dreams…

And then they complained
about the smoke.
Nobody wanted to clean
the charred remnants
of an unusually bright evening.

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