It was some sort of convenience store. My Grandmother and I walked through the isles, looking for the best choices for the fireworks display that night.

As a 5-year old, my choices weren’t the same as hers. But at the end of the night, she was right.

Jacaranda twining about the porch
Guy burns in the yard
With effervescent sparkles of light
Five or 40, this is where I am.