The Fourth[I wrote "The Fourth" on a late-20th-century Fourth of July.]
Valid hunches are rampant in this house,
like the one that just was — this past one,
every other word! — a rich explosive field
at whose center a romantic American
attempts to speak to a not-yet-romantic
(but soon-to-be) American, & no,
I would not like a piece of "funeral pie,"
we'll all be stiff soon enough, mind you,
"after postponing the obvious."
Little town, your shades are down,
you can tell, I know, no more.
Tuesday, July 4, 2006
By Michael Leddy at 9:40 AM