Summer Nights

The summer nights are filled to the brim
with choices of ease made only on whim,
with the bottle rockets and signal flares
that spit out, light up and fog the air,
and rash cruises with a part faulty GPS
that never stop or ever hinder progress,
with a twenty-five year-old acting five
on trampolines, for a few minutes alive,
and with a bonfire that defied dark sky
that began to rise while I tried to dry.