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She says she is always lonely on July 4
but she remembers fireworks and
sparks as they laughed together like teenagers,
3 sheets to the wind after about 3 too many,
taking the pontoon from the Red Fez club

Muddly waters and blurred vision no match for them
making clumsy arrival at the lake home to sit on the dock
and watch the stars in her eyes, kids asleep.

Today she sits on the dock alone
smiles on this night of Independence.
He’s been gone 14 years now but she knows
he has anchored just outside the boat house,
silent and careful not to create too many waves,
patiently waiting until she’s ready for another ride.