( Scorching to Warm )
The air roars
over there and here…
not for breathing.
It’s for burning
as the great sucking
fast fire consumes…
It roars its consummation,
Scorching along! Scorching.
And here we live
at the loud gates,
on the very lane-spun
side of trafficking…
in this great fire of us
being the city where
we hope to warm.
8.30 am 17 May 2006 © Wayne David Knoll
near Mountain Highway, Bayswater, Victoria
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