impromptu fireworks
in the dark
of a mid-february morning
shortly before dawn
he pulls out of the garage
onto prospect street
in his honda pilot
to pick up a young man
he will drive to logan airport
in the dark
of a mid-february morning
shortly before dawn
after a walk with her sister
she travels from ipswich
in her honda c-rv,
now on school street
heading home
in the dark
of a mid-february morning
he stops at the corner
of prospect, signaling left
to turn onto school
in the dark
of a mid-february morning
she puts on her brakes
on school, signaling left
to turn onto prospect
in the dark
of a mid-february morning
their headlights kiss!
right in the middle of the street!
oh!
be mine, valentine!
—dotty seiter
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3 x 3″; watercolor on paper
card #36 in a series of color swatches
2026
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Notes about poem and art:
• “impromptu firewords” is a tiny little love story in a great grand long-lived love story that continues to unfold past 50 years. ❤️❤️
• Granddaughter Emmy turned sweet 16 at the tail end of January, and a friend of hers gave her a lovely vase full of cut flowers featuring lush vibrant alstroemeria. What’s a G’ma to do if not paint up some corresponding Sweet Sixteen color swatches?!
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