Scatter sparkles into the sky 

to set the little red engines running – 

no smoke without fire 

they say. 

They say 

remember, remember 

that day in November 

of cracks and combustion 

of dying embers 

and neon joy 

that fizzles out too soon 

for the hordes of huddles 

strapping dreams to sticks 

and shooting for the moon.

by Dan Brown