And on Saturday
There are fireworks
In the field
By the firehouse
By the old
Building
Where the post
Office used to
Be. Fireflies, they
Glow in the heat.
New Chevrolets
Pull up to the grass
And us on
A blue sheet

Mosquitos bite
But we keep
Them alive
We are the same
Singing songs
With long pieces
Of grass
We are not
Animals
At the fireworks
We will
Drink Pepsi
Through
A straw