With their staples of beer and firecrackers, they recline
in lawn chairs like gods
enshrined, catching
the ire of motorists late
\for "events." Their "cold
ones" within their grasp, sweat
in a compact cooler;
their fire water of pleasure
balanced, enhanced with firework
\flurries; their fire
of imagination, of Imago
Dei, sweating while disdainful
neighbors deprecate their
lives of sheer gusto.
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