A Firework Frozen in Time

I'm Hank Moody
A firework frozen in time
so fragile it could break like icicles at the touch of a hammer
banter floats along its sharpest edges
unseen by naked eyes, yet wind – the most naked of them all –
captures every wave of mediocre conversation

A firework frozen in time
so beautiful it could devour the prettiest roses that orbit its vicinity
divinity floats along its brightest center
unheard by keenest ears, yet wind – the keenest of them all –
captures every wave of infinite complexion

A firework frozen in time
so sweet, the most talented bees flock year round to suck its nectar
ember floats along its most fruitful crevices
unfelt by sensitive fingers, yet wind – the most sensitive of them all –
captures every wave of painful and pleasant burning sensation

A firework frozen in time
so outlandish, the most famous explorers never conquered its goldmine
sunshine floats along its darkest corners
untasted by travelled tongues, yet wind – the most travelled of them all –
captures every wave of amazing life and growth

so i guess i’ll begin to befriend the wind – perhaps woo it with rhyme – so i too can one day – capture a firework frozen in time

firma