Fireworks and Fossils

Tonight, we lay together,
my son and I, body to body,
his back on my front, and I feel
his weight as we watch
fireworks explode over our heads.
His hair, blonded by the summer sun,
tickles my chin, and his heels kick
my shins. With each bang,
we shout, “Whoa!” in competition
to see who can shout
the loudest. My son
who can’t say much at all
explodes with sound as lights
blaze above us, powdering
the sky with shards of color.
Tonight we lay together,
our bodies like sedimentary
rock layers. Split my heart
open and this night is
the fossil you will find.

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