Turning you hold your arms up <br />My eyes touch where you turn <br />The shouts from the fire line crew <br />And the collapsing column of smoke <br />The shape of your look <br />As you turn again <br />Nearly trapped by the fire <br />Overrunning the west side road <br />We run the escape route <br />I hold your face to me <br />Always where you are<br /><br />Lori Messenger<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fire-lines/
