Fireworks by the Sea
And no one spoke a word
Watching the flaming spectacle
Hearing the cacophonous insult to music
Observing its discordant choreography
Away from the madding crowds
Across the water
Perched on the edge, an enclave
Choir of small talk harmony
Jaded by life's perennial display
Faded, worn by its truths
Fragile, as if ill at ease might snap our souls.
The tenuous host, ambiguous partner
The men not dancing, women lost to beats
The grieving husband celebrating life
Content to hush, fall quietly to silence
With the dying of the light
As the ripe moon rose
orange from the sea