Tuesday, April 19, 2016

Forest Fires

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.