Fireworks
Throwing the pellet into the air,
I feel like a child by a fountain, a penny in hand -
clasp it in prayer, let it go, it will come true.
This is my pencil, marking out the sky,
young roots hugging heaven and gifting it
to me - I can sculpt it as I wish.
One wish. That's all I have, all I'll ever get.
Too late to double guess. Close my eyes,
Start the countdown
and I'll be born when it ends.
A myriad eyes blink at me, before
retreating to the fog. A leap of joy,
a graduation - the sign I must move on,
a flame buoyant.
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