July Four

My thumbs
pull hidden stones
from the red fruits

you gave me.
I will put their
sweet flesh

into the freezer,
and perhaps
someday,

into a pie.
But not today,
as the notion

of fireworks
turns softly
into rain, and I

wish for more
and also less
of a quiet house.

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