eating homemade ice cream and fries with ketchup
under checkered tables and
under tornado skies and
sweeping twigs off our driveways and
dumping them on our neighbours piles of fallen trees and
crunching on rice cake sandwiches to the sounds of sirens.
We giggle while
cleaning up, and cheersing to beer and ribs
under the threat of another life storm
under the influence of celebration with
lightening flashing and dancing in
eerie, destructive delight...
the show must go on.
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