Everything to enchant us:
glitter crown, fuzzy gloves,
pink chiffon, tennis shoes
splashed with sprinkles, a parade
of politicians, trumpets, and high-stepping
high-school bands.
At the end of the day, we gather
to watch exploding sparkles
fill the night sky.
Not one word of soldiers,
Paul Revere's ride through the dark night,
the distrust of neighbors who might be Tory
or Patriot, or those through the years
who have served our country,
those who have voted, those who chose
not to vote, and those
who could not vote at all.
We share this imperfect union,
this fragile democracy;
sometimes a blaze of glittering generalities,
but still free speech
and fierce patriotism,
respect, honor, sacrifice,
commitment to ideals that shine
like fireflies in the night.
Today's prompt from OctPoWriMo, that challenge to write a poem a day, asks us to write about some aspect of -- glitter. Today was a very full day. The poem began with this picture of Leda, July 4, 2016.
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