Her last Fourth of July with him.
Skyward, bursts of colored lights,
cascading, reflecting off the sullen
clouds over the ocean.
The two of them stand together
as they always do,
spectators on the beach.
Salty spray stings her skin.
The waves suck the sand
out from under her feet.
In the glare she sees the high rise bridge
to the mainland.
Sandra Ervin Adams