by Wills Troubadour
From Navy Pier, I peer over Lake
Michigan - white sailboats glimmer on the blue.
Ashore, sunbathers bury their feet in sand, bake
themselves before heading home to barbeque.
Parades stomp with pomp down avenuesóthe spirit
of America reverberates as loud as
trumpets can blare. By the water, I hear it
in ripples, murmuring, silk-soft jazz.
Today is an independence day
and I have over two thousand miles to celebrate.
The city is yellow-drenched in sunrays.
I press my eyelids together and concentrate.
Fireworks launch into the blank, black sky
and explode in vibrant splashes, fourth of July.
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