There is someone juggling fireworks.
Somewhere
beyond these fields.
There is someone juggling fireworks
while I was curled cool
and content
beneath the weight of blankets
with books to read.
There is someone juggling fireworks
now the rain has stopped.
There is someone juggling fireworks
now the wind has dropped.
There is someone juggling fireworks
in the calm after heat.
There is someone juggling fireworks
who’s pulled me back from sleep.

There is someone juggling fireworks.
Sporadic,
out of sync.
Who is juggling fireworks
upon a country-side at peace.

A quick free-write poem on a lovely cool Saturday night.