July 4th

On the highway
cutting through the forest
of New England
cruising under peachpie
and violet heads of cloud
through the evening,
tail lights coalescing
on the black tandem road,
stars and stripes hung
from grey mossy bridges
with stonethrow kids
escaped from their wardrobes
on this, Independence Day.
White houses like breakers
from a sea of trees,
Connecticut is in a dream.
The highway bends
into a sunset gorge,
brokedown bridges, neon
lights of Walgreens,
elephantisis hoardings,
and the sluggish Indian river
trickling from a bottleneck
into a mouth of chocolate,
slowdown summer night.