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ARTILLERY SHELLS
My mother wants a picture
of the fireworks behind me
since
she didn’t know if she’d ever get to see them again
she thought she’d only hear them
and the synchronized screaming
if fireworks were a joy to hear
those four years
would’ve been
marvelous
the last time she heard fireworks it was
one of the ones that take property of a big circle
one of the ones made up of gravel and shrapnel
one of the ones she only heard
she was walking to buy bread for that one
and now we’re sitting on a lawn
watching the fireworks
and she’s listing how each different one sounds like
artillery shells
wishing for
fireworks with the sound off
so we could see it
and not have to hear it
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