The light
alerts me:
strange shadows
skitter across my pages.
“It’s a fire”
cries from outside.
There the shadow play
turns ominous.
Sooty clouds obscure
the sun’s face,
pass, are replaced.
Flames lick the blue
belly of the sky.
A homebody, walls and roof, burns.
Sirens screech red,
fill our street.
I stand at the edge
spectator of disaster.