evening’s third
frantic clang
of fire
alarm where fire
is not
bruises the head
past Saturday drinking
drowns out the blades
and engines in
still faintly lit
night sky
evening’s third
frantic clang
of fire
alarm where fire
is not
bruises the head
past Saturday drinking
drowns out the blades
and engines in
still faintly lit
night sky
arc of orange glares
over arc of dark
pavement
rowhouses
melt into each other
's windowframes
whiter than the lit-
bulb freckles of this night
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