Parting on the 4th of July
These are the days of independence
when old things break
and pieces are lost forever.
Every final night at this camp
all the stars have dangled like white threads
being pulled a little closer.
These threads are slowly fraying.
It seems our destiny to spread out, to scatter,
to branch away from any home we make.
Once entwined, we are a gathering ready to disperse
like the fireworks bursting into the star-washed sky
only to fade and fall into darkness.
Maybe, mornings from now,
we too will find ourselves in hidden places,
but as children waking in the grass.
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I thought it was fitting, today being the 4th and all to post this poem. I wrote it back in 07 while I was at a japanese camp in Minnesota. I really like this poem because I feel like it describes well my feelings at that time of parting from friends. There's something both sad, and illuminating about it. Well, I hope you, whoever you may be, enjoys this. Goodnight; hope you have had a good time.
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