Thursday, November 30, 2006
5 THERE IS A FIRE SOMEWHERE
And my love, like a fire engine
on a crowded street,
charges, honks, wastes hoses
on water that won’t even
mist, runs lights and
screams at shuttered cabs
to get, get out of the way.
Next Chapter: Baptism
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