peace is where you can find it

 
getting on into
late July

the ghost of the
fourth has faded
like the sulfur
from fireworks

twilight
now

sitting on a bench
in Garden park

smoking

watching

watching the elder
trees bare witness
to the wild hatchet
of another day
being sat down

(God has had enough
  fun at our expense
  for the time being)

watching the fireflies
rise from the grass

hundreds of small
illuminations
blinking on and off

a small symphony
of light

bringing rest and
ease for the moment

these tiny creatures...

incredible in their
being themselves

no pretense

the world could
learn a lesson
this night

that peace is where
you can find it

smoke finished

I walk home

and go
to
bed