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.