4th of July Poem on the 4th of July

deerhorn avenue

off john gray

road

today

and walked up a hill

surrounded by

1970s

ranch-styles

people

shooting

off

secret fireworks

no one out front though

everyone

in backyards

doing that

and the sun

so hot it makes you

wonder who

you are

deep down

america is a bunch of

houses

neighbors

who don't know

each other

don't want to know

each other

i get it

but still

there's this ache

this beautiful

ache

to want to

and that's

something

i guess

that they want to