Paper ribbons, twist around
themselves, frolicking stretching,
gathering armfuls of roses
in their wrinkled embrace, like joy
softening a careworn face.
Beautiful clouds, a chapel-sky
of fat cherubs on an expanse
of of eye-piercing blue,
laugh as if the view exposed
the greatest joke ever told around
a campfire, or a picnic table.
This day, bedecked in falling stars
and sparkling wands, is ours,
alone, to have and hold, an uninvited
guest, a mystery, a blessed dream,
a collective past enraptured
by tomorrow’s history.
(c) 2017, by Hannah Six
Photo: Independence Day 2009, northern Indiana, Joel Harter