before people have even awakened
the dawn barely cracked
the dark only yielded to indigo
but here in our neighborhood the sun
has a competitor, some building blazes
fires burn through walls
beams twist and sag
the roof crumples inward
sparks and flames roast the air
fifty feet above the street
the firefighters arrive
and soon restore a sort of order
plumes of water slowly drench the fire
then hunt down and kill the hidden smolders
and only then do investigators
seek for whatever exploded
but by then we’ve sent the kids off to school
finished the paper and driven to work
this evening we’ll drive home around the ashes
and yellow tape, and think them nuisances
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