The 5th of November was on a Sunday
so Saturday
(understandably)
was the night for
family fireworks.

In back gardens,
on open heathland,
behind cordened-off areas
in the park

small eyes gazed
unbelieving while
chrysthanemums burst
their golden arcs
across the sky.

And from the heights
of thirteen thousand feet
a thousand tiny sparklets
scattered the darkening landscape.