The Fireworks

We didn't think we'd get to see
The fireworks at all,
The fog so thick it cast more than
Its ordinary pall.

We also didn't care to trudge
To where we'd have a view,
The sort of thing our younger selves
Would likely want to do.

And so we bought some wine and sat
Outside our hotel room
On the terrace, many stories up,
To wait for the first boom.

But suddenly, a burst appeared
To brighten up the sky
And then another, all of them
On level with my eye.

Our Chinatown location
Made July the 4th a treat
And the wine and the biscotti
Made the evening feel complete.