i visited the black church again Sunday morning.
the depths of the way that place moves me i could never explain.
the choir was sans robes, so everyone was in their Sunday best.
the men were mostly donned in white button ups.
and i noticed most every lady was in a different bright color.
red, purple, sky blue, hot pink, yellow.
during one of their groovin' numbers,
with hands lifted-heads boppin and bodies swaying,
they reminded me of fireworks.
they were the most explosive and by far the prettiest i'd ever seen!
i spent the rest of the night alone, playing piano & eating the heart out of a red watermelon.
it was the best 4th i've ever had.