street lit up in a collective neighborhood fireworks dispelling, a friendly competition and combination of efforts— who can most outsparkle the stars. we dropped firecrackers under the manholes to make them resonate, shot off rockets and fired volcanos that spewed bright glittering geysers into the dark. it reminded me of a warzone for a moment: scaring away the last year while exploding the next into being.
comrades in a fizzsparkling champagne dizziness we let ourselves be lifted with the missiles let out of empty bottles dissappearing an instant before eruption in the smoky depths of midnight sky.
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