Day 18 PAD Challenge. Prompt: "Like (blank)."
like fireworks that July evening
exploding in waves, again, waves, shuddering across the skies,
black otherwise, bereft of stars, then
moon hidden by fog and your
hand in mine, it seemed, for all
eternity--ah, the scattered grey
stones shall speak yet, the earth
spade-riven to make a mouth
wetly black, all-devouring
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