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Amelia: it must be the fourth of july.

by Andrew S Adams

metaphors about fireworks
being in


(it must
be the
fourth of

kisses planted
on lips attached to a
body firmly planted next
to an old willow tree
(which was planted in the heart
of every lover who carved
their initials inside hearts
marked upon its trunk)
on a midnight stroll through
the park when all the kids
are looking straight to the moon,

watching explosions fill the sky

while the ground is catching

(the willow is aflame with
passion, but before it burns
i will climb to the highest branch
and carve

a heart

so the fire may forever burn
inside of ours.)


Posted on 07/05/2005
Copyright © 2024 Andrew S Adams

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Jared Fladeland on 07/05/06 at 05:13 AM

This actually is inspiring me to write a poem. i'd comment more but i have to go write it

Posted by Michelle Angelini on 06/14/07 at 03:34 AM

Very visual and romantic, Andrew. What happened to Amelia? Were there fireworks between you two that lasted for some time?

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