Torrid February

wake up to the ringing what rueful news is she bringing? flames tell me more where? at my door bumpy ride spinning rims reach the corner my heavy limbs officer let me through i live there yes i do rushing water flashing lights is this a dream? my throat feels tight warm red branches crispy leaves remains hanging from the eaves bare young feet run to me tears soak my hair i feel too free hours pass still no luck they'll have to plow down the muck ashy piles of remains lay still swirls of smoke rising the air it fills days later driving by finally i feel wet eyes