4th of July

I always remember a particular 4th of July with fondness. Memories (indeed, all of the past) occur in the present and weigh us down only, whether happy or sad, when we’re attached to them. Otherwise they are simply one-third of the temporal fabric of human life.

Remembering that particular day…

By the rockets red glare,
The bombs bursting in air,
I remember that 4th of July
When we were the fireworks.

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