He watches her lit a cigarette
while looking down from her window
there was fire in his eyes
as he look at her
and she began to notice him there
below, standing,
so he smiled and waved
his heart growing embers
but she puts out her cigarrette
by throwing it to the ground
and he laments that in this suburb
there can be no wildfires.
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PoetryOur hearts are brave as fire, minds gentle as earth, dreams are fluid as water, and our souls are as free as the wind. (Poetry and Prose) #2 of the end-live-begin trilogy.
