Fireworks

A New
Jersey row
burned us out
identity in a blaze
and inhalation
made streets twice gilded
and
too narrow for a regiment
even shoulder-to-shoulder
now filled with regiments
of the huddle
partisan
and Charley surmounted
in a military park
years before Apache
and Commanche were on our
vernacular
side -
Dust-bunnies
transcended through
the ancient glyphs delineating
the attic window
Cronos overlooking the vinyard
Sandy trading the bitter
for the sour
We walked.