on the third planet from the sun
pyroskycomets burst from that corethe dust__ Fireworks bursting: the dust of those memories are positives, not lost thoughts. Smiles! _m
I never heard a single firework here - taking one's
(I've started so I'll finish!)hearing aid out and then laying one's head on the pillow means a totally silent world - sometimes an advantage.
Fortunately the wind was blowing all the smoke away from us. They seem to get smokier, louder and brighter every year. God knows what they put in them.
Silence is golden, as the song goes. Thanks Pat.
Auden wrote one poem in the form of haiku verses. I cant tell you nowcwhat it was because I am not at home. I did not hear any fireworks.
I like Ezra Pound's black and wet two-liner 'Faces in a Metro'. Hope it's not too bad weatherwise where you are. Ciao!