small town fire
alarm
my hands are
burning
my head is
burning
I can see
the hills all
lit up
shining with
the day
the fire must
be
just out of
sight
I can hear
alarm bells
ringing and
singing away
down
country roads
my own blood
is hot
rushing
around under
the covers
of the guest bed
I want to
move towards the fire
put my eyes
on it, smother it
with water
I reach my
hand
out to the
glass
on the
nightstand
I bring it
in and take a gulp
we do what
we can
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