Burnt Offerings

One still April evening

Drones of peepers,

Getting an early…

Hop…

On summer,

Startle to silence

At the first report.

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Fireworks

Flashing heavenward,

Through the trees,

Echoing

Across the vale,

Punctuating

The wedding vows

So recently given;

So fervently retuned.

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As the car departs

And the adoration

Of friends and family

Fades

Yielding to fatigued

Satisfaction,

One brave peeper peeps

Asking, “Is it over?”

And slowly

The peeper’s party

Resumes,

Droning again heavenward

As if never…

Interrupted.