Fireworks
I ignite the string and
watch fireworks fly into the darkness above. They divide into red rockets, blue
Catherine wheels and green sparklers. Puffs of colour dazzle the night.
‘What can you see?’ my
sister asks.
At first all I can see
are fireworks, but as each one flashes in my eye I can also see mortarboards hovering
in Cathedral light; walking sticks digging into mountain passes; skiing across
Canadian ice; sailing across burnt horizons.
I see us.
Just like fireworks, we brighten
the cloudiest of skies.
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