The air is thick
With the heavy whirring of people
Yet they sound so far away, like the night
We danced under the glow of party lights
The sun casts a warm haze
Unnatural, as if the day were ending
Blazing hot on all of our faces, our skin is stained
With orange dust and red flush
I can barely smell the hint
Of trees burning in the distance, but
I can feel our hearts going up in flames as I
Sit in the cool shade of a new tree.
-A.K.-
