I am in the fireworks business of words, br For the delight it brings. br A good poem like a Roman Candle br Flings sparks in a crackling shower of colors, br Spins, blooms in snappy sounds, br Cascades its fine metallic shavings above us in the dark. br A certain amount of chaos in the eruption. br Almost dangerous with its live cinders. br Caught in an eye could burn the cornea, br Leaving the lens with a small black pit br Through which light is distorted. br I ignite the fuse, br Watch the rocket arch into the night, br And wait for the explosion of senses.