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catch up ... Fireworks on the Fourth We’d watch the crackling lights brighten the sky with colors, jumping to the sounds of booming explosions. Look! Look! Look! Oooh, wow, wow! Then, when the lights had died, and every spark was out, there was only the smell of smoke in the air. Brilliance gone gone, gone. ~ ~ ~ 12 lines Poet’s Place Café prompt: Write a poem about some holiday experience or impression using the Epizeuxis technique. (07.15.21) |