Smoke hangs in the air,
clouding the streets as if it were a battlefield,
yet it's just premature celebration,
a joyous explosion
of color and sound -
bright and wonderful
if a bit loud for puppies.

Tomorrow night,
when things are truly crazy,
maybe I'll climb up on the roof -
and try not to slice my foot open again -
so my gaze can stretch out for miles
and I can see fireworks until I basically fall asleep.