Lights on the Potomac

 

There were lightning and fireworks,

Each with its own thunder,

Glowsticks on the water,

Headlamps and headlights,

 

Even a campfire

In the bed of a canoe,

Torches on shore,

A lit-up American flag.

 

The summer darkness

Was filthy with light

As the sky faded

And the show began:

 

A passing plane

Blinked;

A mansion glittered;

Fireflies danced.

 

Every year this country

Is born in fire,

Etching its light

On the canvas of falling night.