4th of july

im watch­ing sky change from super gold to the myth of black. here it seems all i do is wait for the stars. it doesn’t hap­pen. there are no fire­work shows in alaska for the rea­son of the mid­night sun. i think they sell prod­ucts that make more noise though. feels like for­ever, our free-doms, our houses built of sto­ries we tell over wires and with arti­fi­cial light. im look­ing in the dirt for all of it, won­der­ing what a truly brown sky would be like, maybe it would give me a cou­ple choices, mix up the greens and whites scat­ter­ing fields and grow­ing before my eyes. this is another dream in a farm­house sur­rounded by moun­tains, this time im pur­ple. a howl­ing mala­mut out­side, 165 lb native alaskan dog makes the ground shake.