Nice Snowflakes in July

We watch the lights flicker in the warm, Nice night, dancing over snowflakes
dusting the windshield.

If you let go, unfocused and spiraling into the dark it might feel like a celebration, Bastille day
Christmas in July.

I hear they’re celebrating in Baltimore and Baghdad, listen closely and I swear I can catch the echoes
the rapport off the ramparts.

Mothers, forgive us for we know not what we do, we’re just children with terrible toys, presents
pointed the wrong way.