4th of July here means a bike parade.
I made those cool paper medalions.
Enough for all the cousins.
'Cuz we are inclusive like that.
Our screen door
which squeaks
and gently bangs closed.
Just like the ones you remember
from your childhood.
Our porch doubles as a nail salon
for a certain tweenager.
Illumination week, which is over
but I can't bear to remove the festive lights.
