My Town: Evening

ballerina clouds scurry cross the sky
mountain ridges loom dark in distance
proud small town trees puff out in full leaf
tidy frame cottages beam soft pastels
fireworks orgasm over the football field
ball players marshal, padded,
in royal garb on the field
young men in a war without consequences
as people smile encouragingly
main street storefronts are dark
only the Circle K beacons in the gloaming
the town dims the house lights
leaving lit only a few small stages
for us to play upon