Auburn, gold, and scarlet

flames tickle the walls

forcing them to give in to the heat and power.

A support beam loses the battle and falls to the ground
~ sending hot embers flying into the war-torn air.

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Fee eee eee ce eee em

The red truck rests outside.
Tired from its long journey
, Of blaring sirens and deathly speed.

 
 
  
  
  
 
  
 
  
  
 
  
 
 
  
 
  

{Shocking the beast with a cold blast of water,
he begins to fight a battle the old frame house could not.

mi Near the end, as the house gives in,

/ WR the flames seem to be licking the clouds in the sky.
The house will never take another breath;

the flames win yet another battle.

Michele Ll. Gray

\ Cigarette Visions
of \ You left me nothing when you walked out tonight.

] But your lips are in my ashtray

| Jand | can picture your luscious red
coating the filter

each time you inhale.

Your painted nails

disappear into your face

sand | wonder if you are melting
with each drag.

41 open another beer,
sit in the chair you were sitting in
and let your perfume
fill my senses.
Ican still feel the warmth of body.

   

August 1998 Page 22 Poetry Michele L. Gray

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