Fire trucks in the distance (tanka)

by Gary Jurechka   Jan 7, 2006


Sitting on the floor
humid air lazy and still
a flash of tension
rips through my open window
sirens blare, wail, fade,
passing rush of noise forgot
as someone's memories burn

(April 26th, 1994, 5:02 p.m.)

April 26, 1994, 5:02 p.m.

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