Poetry Friday: Rooftop Fireworks

Enjoy the poem that tied for third prize this year in my annual poetry contest for teens between cultures.

Untitled by Bea, Moldova/USA, Age 19

Imagine the coincidental unison
From a distance.
We sat on the rooftop
Watching fireworks explode
From all ends of the city
It's the most alluring thing to watch
From a rooftop.
As one firework sprang up
And died,
Another one
Miles away,
Would do the same.

Photo courtesy of Tomhe via Creative Commons.

Poetry Friday is hosted this week by Kelly Herold at Crossover.