is on fire
down the road.
the red trucks scream
up the highway
with men
in long coats and helmets.
ladders
swinging as
they speed
through the signs
and lights.
the dogs
are loose
chasing,
there is smoke in the air.
you can see for
miles
the flames rising above
the rooftops.
people rush to take
photos
and stare.
the news is already there.
we go
home
and check the oven,
the iron,
she unplugs the dryer
for her
hair.
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