It was theatrical - <br />the amber light <br />that slowly penetrated the sky. <br />It hung like a cloud <br />over the gasping garden, <br />masking momentarily <br />the harsh forty six degree sun. <br />For a few moments <br />I watched <br />euphoric, <br />transported, <br />omniscient… <br /> <br />The next day <br />170 deaths were reported <br />on the morning news <br />and the corpses of 700 homes <br />lay baking in the dust.<br /><br />Alison Cassidy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/february-fire-storm/
