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Fireworks on Mute



Hundreds, maybe thousands

of dollars, and all I remember

are the sparks beneath leather

feet, children running barefoot

down the gravel drive at dusk

with their arms out and open

as if flying, as if they might

not stop there – and knowing

one day they won’t even look

over their shoulders – and will

keep on going, glowing even,

knowing no limits, only sky.











Jimmy Huff is a writer and musician from the Missouri Ozarks, USA. His work has appeared in Third Flatiron Anthologies, Eastern Iowa Review, Dirty Chai Magazine, The Cabinet of Heed, and other lovely places.



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