the neighbor's house bursting from within.
The fire reaching upwards and out,
as orange flames do at such an hour
against fresh eyes.
The sky, billowing black above,
that darkness of smoke rushing towards
the morning light.
Meanwhile, my eyes meet down left of the scene.
Downtown, a gold building that the sun can't resist,
is ablaze too,
the top half of the high rise flaring yellow.
The two structures conversing in light,
one true in its burning.
The city, begging to meet the day.
Written by Alexandra Ustach
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