For once the adults are not drunk
on their supervisory capacity
and the blue girl is alone on her yellow box
promising a fine time with explosions
that will snap like red birds from her hand.
Although an illustration, she can read
caution: carefully read other cautions
on side panel and do not put in mouth.
She know the adults will be roused
by noisemakers in the house. But O
gravel, silver fulminate, cigarette paper—
O delicious misspelled instructions
to BANG DROP! STEP ON! THROM!—
O her thromming flammable heart.