This day last week, I was watching fireworks alongside my best friend and former college roommate. Watching the colors explode in the sky, I felt an enormous sense of comfort in the knowledge that all over the country, millions of people were doing exactly what I was doing at that moment, staring at the fizzled sky alongside family and friends. It's not often you can say that about an event, which is what made it such a wonderful, content feeling.
Of course, as usual, the experience reminded me of a poem. When one of my favorite contemporary poets, Jay Hopler, came to do a reading at my alma mater, he read his "Firecracker Catalogue." He told us that as a child, he wanted to grow up and name fireworks, so this was his way of addressing that dream. I always thought it was a cool poem, and a great one to read aloud. Enjoy!
Firecracker Catalogue, by Jay Hopler
Garden of Starlit Flowers
Flaming Chrysanthemum
Blue Umbrellas (w/ report)
All-Blooming Chandelier
Birds of Double Paradise
Happy Lightning Rocket
Innumerable Stars (12 ct.)
Bomb of Heaven Singing
Jumbo Christmas Missile
Jumping Monkey Candle
Pink Carnation Dynamite
Fountain of Silver Kisses
Emerald Parachutes (7 ct.)
Loudly Flowering Bower
Wall of Sunlit Butterflies
Repeating Beehives (blue)
Repeating Beehives (gold)
Bouquet of Wild Comets
Blessèd Festival Cannon
Blessèd Family Firebomb
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