Your fireworks weekend officially starts now.

Go be hot.

Go be free.

Go light up STL
   in every shade
           of red,
            white,
      and trouble.

Me?

I'll be over here,
 tied to a laptop,
 tossing discs between pages—
 missing you from the sidelines,

 on-call and off-duty at once.

But hey—
        someone's gotta hold down the fort

        while you set off sparks halfway across the sky.

So, Mari,
    go get your freedom on.

Just save some sparks for me.