Hello! This week's prompt: write a poem describing your Fourth of July, but you may only use the following senses: hearing, touch, smell, and taste. Leave sight out of it.
For fireworks, which are almost always visual in nature, you might describe the horrible smell of the smoke bombs, or the unbearable whistle of the Saturn missiles, or the painful biting sparks from the sparklers, or the - actually, scratch that, fireworks (thankfully) don't have a taste. But I guess there's always watermelon for that. (: