Usually we join the crowds and
Set a place between the widest trees.
The card tables overflow with fried chicken and green bean casserole
And brownies and homemade peach ice cream.
Most times it rains,
We always bring umbrellas and folding chairs
In the Red Ryder wagon we pull from our
Parking spot blocks away.
Music that makes me proud to be American
Beside the most ginormous Star Spangled Banner
I’ve ever laid eyes on.
Today the usual music didn’t play,
But I still heard music.
All snuggled up in cotton jammies,
Criss Cross Applesauce on the
Hope Chest beneath the picture window
That became our front row seats for the
Neighborhood’s colorful explosion
Celebrating our baby country.
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