Vaguely I see, above a far off hill
A high plume of smoke,
Now painted by fire’s reflection.
The sound of sirens’ echo.
A high plume of smoke,
Gray against a clear winter sky,
Erasing Christmas cheer.
Pointed camera from upstairs window,
Oculus seeking to capture stories,
I am one with the smoke,
Now painted by fire’s reflection,
The sound of sirens’ echo.
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