Dina and Dan say Happy New Year in July

Across the fence, there would be different strokes of ringing for the need, the want, the necessity. Across the fence, there would be a different bell and long song, a different singing, a warranted eventual warning sign, across the fence, different strokes of ringing for need. Ring Ring, we would hear and we would come running, we would come running, or maybe not running, underneath the bell here we are, here we are. Across the fence and into the basement, God Bless America, it is July and the bells are even further south, the King of the Forest is no longer the King, de-crowned on this day of independence and freedom. Across the fence, the bell rings and we respond, we look towards the sound together, we look towards the sound. Here is the time that we can remember our feelings, we can remember the ways in which we are who we are. Today across the fence, the ring and and the silence, I cannot remember anything but the silence. We are in France, in Paris, and we are celebrating the 4th of July which no one cares about there, no one cares. We light sparklers that a police officer puts, out says "Pardon" in French says "you cannot do that here" in English and we put them out like cigarettes, the burn the soft folds of our hands. Across the fence, there would be different bell strokes, two rings for this, five rings for that, like a really bad morse code across a sea through different lines, across the fence there is need and want, we are all de-crowned, sitting in our own sweat, waiting. Here we are, bells and bells. We are in the basement with the fireworks with the fireworks that pop too close to my eardrum, I am deaf in the right ear. I cannot see out of the left eye. In this city in the west, there are no fireworks this year, every surface area of land from here to the state border is on fire. Out west, so much fire. Out west, so much fire. I cannot see out of the left eye, cannot hear out of my right ear. In the city in the west, deaf, deaf.