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| Stefy's Sugar Babes |
| FIREFALL Ellin Anderson Into the span of emptiness Above the silent stadium, An arc of starry shot is thrown. Bathing the eye in platinum, The sulfurous corona spreads And hangs above us, motionless, As if a silver hand had sewn Chrysanthemums in sparkling threads — Dissolving at the wind's caress, A garden for a sorceress. The vapor blossom shatters glass, Making the hush of night contort The way our upturned faces do In registering the loud report. A rosy moon climbs up to toss Her veil of moonlight on the grass; The clearing sky is mirror to Receding lifetimes that will pass And resonate with every loss — And then the rockets fill the air, Delphinium and sapphire-hued. Their luminescent sparks bestow Ephemeral beatitude Upon the skyward gazers, made Enraptured angels, one and all, By the incendiary glow That's lent to them, while, here and there, Like loving words that bloom and fade In quietness, the ashes fall.
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