One autumn evening, I left
school and was
waiting at the bus stop
when the tree opposite sudden -
LIT UP
dancing lights in the branches
- Is no one else seeing this?
- Am I William Blake now?
Silent popping bubble ecstasy
A glimpse into an
unreadable realm
No, it was not fireworks
I know what you're think -
it was not fireworks
40 years later I can still
sense the dizzy
outburst
and every time
I pass by, nod respect-
fully to the
chosen tree
Which was briefly
host to an out-
break of fizzing
angelic glee
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