Licks of heat against the infinite sky

Swaths of red tasting the expanse of black

Crimson glow highlighting the features of passerby

burying the hidden in darkness A different kind of fire than the stars A great mass of flame Compared to pinpricks of white

smoke crowds the senses

the cries of those who were too slow

howling wind overtaking them

__ The breeze dances with the fire Its flailing limbs touching buildings And you almost want to touch it It’s nearly close enough

so much noise

so much heat

so hot